That’s the pick I made before the season started in a column that ran the first week of September and it’s the pick now. Gotta stay with it. I didn’t want to do it then, and don’t want to do it again. I grew up in a neighborhood about 20 miles south of Philly, I like cheesesteaks better than clam chowder, and have followed the Eagles for more than half a century, remembering fondly a long line of names in green from Chuck Bednarik to Bill Bergey straight up to Nigel Bradham.
Don’t want to get all self-congratulatory over my selection, seeing that it was hardly a matter of hanging my butt out out over a ledge, picking Bill Belichick and Tom Brady.