Eagles-Cardinals: Philadelphia Sent Home in a Heartbreaking Loss to Arizona

I sat here for 10 minutes staring at this computer screen, thinking of ways to put this game into words. I had never felt as much heartbreak as I just did. It's horrible.

We had the game in our hands, and we lost it. It's hard to watch.

We were down 24-6, yet we fought back. I didn't think we could. I even turned the television to a different channel and just sat there. When I switched back, I saw it was 24-13. I felt a jolt of optimism, but I still didn't believe.

It wasn't until it was 24-19 that I switched back.

When DeSean Jackson bobbled that ball on the goal line, my heart skipped a beat and I jumped around like a man who...I don't know, I can't even think of anything. Bottom line, he caught the ball and I was happy.

We were actually winning 25-24. For a second, I thought that we were going to Tampa Bay. But I knew better; I knew not to get too excited. I was right.

Arizona drove down the field, tore up almost eight minutes of the clock, and took the lead. If they had scored just a field goal, I knew we would have won that game. But a two-point conversion was too much to handle.

I lost it. I knew it was over. I was holding some hope, but I knew that with these receivers, we wouldn't be able to make the critical plays.

I don't blame Donovan McNabb one bit. With receivers like DeSean Jackson and Kevin Curtis, you are not going to be able to make the plays. When it's crunch time, there's nobody to go to.

You saw that when Curtis dropped the play that lost it. Was there contact? Probably. But did the ball hit his hands? Absolutely. He should have caught the ball.

After that fourth down, it was over. Everyone knew it. It was just a matter of having to sit through the ending. I would have to say it was one of the worst few minutes of my life.

I'm at a stage where I haven't experienced any real life tragedies, so sports is all that I have had to deal with. And with that, this is the first loss like this I've been old enough to understand.

The Super Bowl loss was bad, but this is worse. We came back. We thought we had it. But we didn't. It went through our hands.

I thought this was our year. I thought this was actually going to happen. I was going nuts when we took the lead, but that soon went away. It was swept away under the mat.

It's like the Phillies World Series title was taken away from us.

It's horrible. A loss like this is terrible to watch.

But what's worse is knowing that we will have to wait another whole year for another chance. And then knowing that we probably won't even win it next year is worse.

Right now is the hardest part of the football season, by far. It's the realization that the season is over. It's done.

I want to pop in my Phillies video yearbook and watch the World Series clinching pitch, yet I just cannot get up to do it. I want to try to take the pain off a little bit, but I know it will not help. I just can't put myself to watch it, because I know it won't do any good.

It's just terrible. We lost. We lost a terrible game. It was just so bad. Real bad. And now the season is over.

Our hopes are crushed. Our dreams are killed. It's all gone.

All gone.

And I already miss it.

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