Time moves so slowly now. For the Eagles, for all of them, the end cannot come soon enough. The destruction has been wrought, and the smoke floats lazily over the ruins, and the only thing preventing the cleanup from beginning is the four remaining games on the schedule. Time, then. Damn time.
The coaches coach for their reputations. The players play for their jobs. There is a nobility to that, even if no one on the outside really cares. People watch these games now out of habit more than anything, and it can be a maddening way to spend 3 hours. A team loses eight games in a row, a streak extended by Sunday night's 38-33 loss to the Cowboys, and it can make you numb.
What once was a passion for people has become a chore. That is true. At the same time, it is getting hard for even the most disgusted among the citizenry not to notice Bryce Brown, the rookie running back who is sprinting out of the wreckage of the 2012 season.
He is, at least when he is holding onto the ball, a reason to daydream.
Brown is fast, and he has some size, and he is a determined runner. He is not without elusiveness, but that is not his game. In that way, he would be the perfect stylistic complement to LeSean McCoy.
It is hard to be having this conversation, or this daydream, without knowing who the coach is going to be next season or what kind of offense he might choose to run. But even given that, an offense built around the explosiveness of Brown and the elusiveness of McCoy would be something that most people in the post-Reid era would gladly embrace.
