The Best Thing That Happened This Week: There Was No Eagles Game This Weekend
Sometimes nothing is better than something.
Let’s face it: Our weekends have been horrible lately. There were the Patriots. The Seahawks. The mother-freaking Dolphins. The city’s suffering has almost been beyond human measure. (THE DOLPHINS!) Which is why we gotta say: The best thing that happened this week is that the Eagles didn’t play. We went all the way from Thursday through Sunday without our bowels clenching, our throw pillows flying, our babies and pets skulking, terrified, in corners because they thought we were screaming at them instead of Carson Wentz. The offense wasn’t offending. The defense wasn’t defenestrating. And it was just grand. We feel so much happier. So much saner.
Now bring on Monday Night Football.