The nights of nights!

Anticipating history!

The world now waits. What will happen? This is going to be big. Bigger than the king signing the Magna Carta. Bigger than Armstrong walking on the moon. Bigger even than Scarlet Johansson’s boob job - proof that god exists and that he loves us!

The question on everyone’s lips is: Will Taylor Swift be on hand when the Eagles whoop her boyfriend’s team?

My money says yes. It’s still a good 6 months until she writes a song about how Travis broke up with her. I think she’s still all in.

The secondary question is, of course, who will actually win. I made a joke about the Eagles whooping KC tonight. That fact is, if they are to do that, they need to bring their A game.

All year, I’ve been talking about the Eagles winning ugly. Their win over the Cowgirls was a question of inches - twice. Two touchdowns were called back by calls that amounted to the widths of a shoe and a knee.

The Birds have been playing with heavy feet. On pass plays, the viewer is left with the impression that the opposing team has 46 defenders on the field. There have been brilliant plays, and they have made all the difference. But that isn’t going to get them across the finish line tonight.

We need an impregnable offensive line, a merciless pass rush, quick feet in the secondary, and Hurts needs to channel his best days.

Fly, Eagles, Fly!