GLENDALE, Ariz. — It was perhaps the greatest Super Bowl of all, a game full of toughness and comebacks and thrills and magic, a game with two quarterbacks — one on a bad ankle made worse when he was tackled, one with a bad shoulder that he lowered to surge his way into the end zone to tie the score — who played with so much guts and smarts and skill that neither deserved to lose, a game that will require several weeks and a federal investigative commission before anyone can begin to make sense of it.
It could have been, maybe should have been, a glorious night to end a glorious season for the Eagles. They had a rightful claim to being the best team in the NFL, and they had cruised into Super Bowl LVII on the winds of two dominant postseason performances, and with one more victory, they could call themselves the best Eagles team of all, and who would have argued with them? And there they were, with a 10-point lead at halftime Sunday night, 30 minutes from their second world championship in five years, all of that history and majesty there, right there, in their hands.
And they dropped it.
