Just before halftime, while his team was trying to humiliate its divisional round opponent by inducing players to jump offside on a two-point conversion attempt while already leading 27–0, Eagles coach Nick Sirianni turned to a referee and uttered a phrase that will be on every bootleg parking lot T-shirt in Philadelphia from now until the remainder of time.
“I know what the f--- I’m doing.”
While he was referring specifically to the legality of where he was standing (Sirianni was being chastised by the officiating alternates for his location outside the coaching box as he watched the offense), it could have been about anything and we would have believed him. Football. Culinary arts. Business. Fabrics and textiles. It will, as a viral declaration, be about everything from here on out. On a night when the Eagles emerged from an end-of-season slumber that caused us to possibly forget the scope and breadth of their dominance this regular season, Sirianni reminded us. There was no disagreement among the tens of thousands of gleefully drunk Eagles fans at Lincoln Financial Field singing along to Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ On A Prayer.”
