Congratulations, DeSean Jackson and the rest of you "offensive" players. You virtually ended our season today.
Was it all your fault? Absolutely not.
After all, we could blame the defense. They played terribly. To ask an offense to score more than 10 points in a game is just preposterous—especially an offense averaging only 25 points per game.
DeSean Jackson is the reincarnation of Todd Pinkston. I thought I was wrong. I thought that a 5'10", 175-pound wide receiver could succeed in the NFL.
Jackson has decent stats for a third-string wide receiver—just like Pinkston had decent stats for a third-stringer. But Jackson is not a No. 1 wide receiver, and I didn't like much of anything I saw this season.
Sure, he took a punt all the way against the Redskins in week five. He has explosiveness. He just doesn't know how to do it.
He's made countless rookie mistakes, from judging the distance of punts to dropping balls at the one-yard line to running backwards on punt returns. And he is currently tied with Pinkston for the fewest broken tackles by an NFL wide receiver in a career—zero.
Jackson dropped four passes today. Anyone, what's the record for a single game? I know it's probably not four. It's gotta be at least six. But I don't think I've ever seen a professional football player—with the possible exception of Mike McMahon—play the game as poorly as DeSean Jackson did today.
He dropped a touchdown pass with under a minute remaining. He dropped what would have been a 50-yard bomb with six minutes remaining. He dropped two slant passes, one in the fourth quarter. And he got jacked up once.
He had help too. LJ Smith dropped two passes, and Jason Avant dropped a sure first down with 34 seconds remaining, after which he was jacked up by cornerback Carlos Rogers.
I felt like a victim in the Saw series watching the final play of the game. I'm not going to criticize Andy Reid's play-calling. Why should I? He's done a brilliant job all season. It doesn't make sense to throw the ball into the end zone with 12 seconds left and no timeouts. It's not like our season was on the line.
McNabb almost led a two-minute drive. That doesn't happen every year—or ever. But in the end, a team with the playoffs in their grasp dropped it away—literally.
Today might be the single most painful day of my life as a Philadelphia fan (all playoff losses excluded). I've never been so angry and hurt as I am right now. This was worse than the 62-yard field goal, worse than the Monday Night Massacre against the Dallas Cowboys in 2005. This was one for the ages.
There's always next week.
We also need either the Minnesota Vikings to lose at home against the New York Giants next week, or the Chicago Bears to lose one of their next two games—at home against the Green Bay Packers on Monday Night Football, and at home against the Houston Texans.
That's highly probable. I would estimate the chances of all this happening at at least one percent.
Maybe higher. Maybe even two percent.
We briefly led the chase for the sixth spot in the NFC playoffs earlier today. That hasn't happened all season. All we had to do was win.
We had to beat the Washington Redskins. I don't care if they have a winning record now. I'll say it. The Washington Redskins are not a good football team. We're 10 times better than the Redskins. I would hate to be a Redskins fan.
So thank you, Philadelphia Eagles. You ruined my Christmas. I'll have many fond memories of the 2008 season. A season in which I expected a division title, and possibly a trip back to the Super Bowl. And I got nothing. Nothing but lumps of coal and broken hearts.
Are there any more ways you can disappoint your fans?
Eagles fans, get ready for the Christmas Massacre, Part Two. With different results this time.
We've got 55 days until pitchers and catchers report. Our world champion pitchers and catchers.