I know they're really just fucking with me.

Because that's what the Eagles do. They trick me into thinking they're good, by doing something like making the playoffs and beating Dallas 44-6. I feel like I should know better by now. I know there's a game where we call only 10 rushing plays and Andy Reid performs some confounding clock management that sucks the life out of me just waiting around the corner. For now, I'll take it.

As happy as I am for my own team, I confess to experiencing some awesome schadenfreude in watching the Dallas Cowboys totally self-destruct. And yes, I've watched the highlights of yesterday's game like three times already today. This won't get old for a while.