PHILADELPHIA — “Congratulations,” I said to Jason Kelce after the Eagles’ season finale.
“Yeah,” he said, turning, a frown drawing down the sides of his beard. “Probably the [crappiest] way to win and clinch first place in the NFC you could imagine. Try not to let today and the past couple of weeks detract from that.”
Kelce’s anxiety reflected the anxiety that festered in Philadelphia for two whole weeks. He was 23 years from being born when the 1964 Phillies collapsed, a gutting series of events that traumatized generations of Philadelphians, most of whom have no idea why they’re traumatized.
