Michael Vick once again proved himself to be the great Houdini of the NFL
Napoleon Bonaparte after the loss at Waterloo: I'm speechless, destroyed, stunned, morose...I can't move from the spot I'm in.
I'll stop short at slitting my wrists, but I can't guarantee anything more than that.
In a loss that will stay with all Giant fans of age for a lifetime to come, the Eagle QB, the truly resurrected Michael Vick, led a fourth-quarter comeback that had to leave even the most ardent canine lovers gawking in awe or at least disbelief.
The Giants were up 24-3 at the half, 31-10 into the fourth quarter, and this game between fierce NFC Eastern Division rivals appeared done.
Done, as in the Giants looked like the kind of dominant group that could really head somewhere down the playoff road to come.
Done, as in having given Vick and the Eagles the kind of thrashing that would send Philly into a season-ending tailspin.
Done, as in...well, I only have another twenty minutes or so before I have to get to dinner, so let me just say, sometimes done, isn't done at all.
First Vick hit Brent Celek over the middle—I don't have a box score in front of me, but it had to be something in the area of a 60-yard catch and run for seven points.
31-17, not quite as done as it was looking a moment earlier, but come on, it was still a 14-point lead with about six or seven minutes to go. Then Andy Reid called for an onside kick that David Akers executed perfectly. Philly ball, and since time is short we won't even get into the fact that Giant special teams coach Tom Quinn has been living on borrowed time long enough—a point that would be proven even more emphatically in the closing seconds of the game.
From there Michael Vick suddenly started running wild through mad, wide-open passages in the middle of the Giant defense that he must have been as pleased to see as it was horrifying for Giant fans to ponder, in what was very suddenly a tense affair.
Primarily through Vick's jaunts, the Eagles made it down to the Giants 10. A penalty enabled them the 5-yard line, and from there Vick walked in to pull the Eagles within a touchdown.
The Giants moved the ball some, made it to about midfield, but while another score would have cemented the victory the Eagle D came after Manning, held and got the ball back once again with almost the length of the football field to manage.
Vick hit a couple of passes—it's all a blur at this point, but the ball was suddenly at midfield. From there he took off on another 20- or 30-yard jaunt, and the Eagles had broached the Giant red zone.
If you were a New York fan, at that point you started wondering if the Giants would call a timeout to at least do something with the ball after the inevitable occurred.
Well, things didn't even take as long as that. Vick hit Jeremy Maclin inside the 5, and a neat little spin move on Terrell Thomas was all it took for the Eagles to have come all the way back and tied the game at 31.
The Giants got the ball back with about 1:15 to go after a nice runback by Danny Ware, which brought them to the 35. There was an utter lack of movement from there, and Giant fans were already dreading the possibility that Philly would get the ball to begin the overtime period.
With 12 seconds to go, rookie Matt Dodge, who has had one hairy season, trotted onto the field. All the way down the other side of the field was Philly game-breaker DeSean Jackson.
Dodge was under strict instructions to keep the ball away from the Eagle game breaker—so what does he do, line drive one right into Jackson's hands, which the Philadelphia phenom promptly fumbled, quickly scooped up, and then ran right through the middle of the Giant cover team in the area of 70 yards to cap an incredible Eagle comeback and demoralize the Giant universe in a way that must overshadow even the Joe Pisarcik fumble, or the epic playoff collapse in San Francisco when Scott Brunner was chucking footballs for the Big Blue.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of today's game. Eli didn't blow it—he played great, in fact, and threw four touchdowns. They did turn the ball over, but it really didn't kill them the way Michael Vick did. The man proved himself to be every bit the masked marvel.
And all of the city of Philadelphia is certainly in love.
That's it for today, don't ask me how I did it.