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Time was, an Eagle team that was as bad as this one would have been booed out of the stadium.
They weren't. Not even when they fell behind 14-3, with the defense giving up points in ways that redefined the term easy.
Time was, an Eagle coach that called a fourth and inches play with a slow-developing run to the running back, rather than a simple sneak with your tall, young and physical QB, would hear the deafening hatred of people who, frankly, looked and sounded like they were dangerously unhinged and bereft of other things in their life.
Tonight, no so much. At all. Honestly, I've heard nastier crowds, and more intense ones, at high school games.
Time was, a back-breaking fumble from a promising rookie RB in the midst of his breakout professional game would make me feel a little bad for him. Tonight, I pretty much expected each mistake, given how fundamentally unsound he was with the ball.
Finally, I don't really ever remember rooting...