They say preseason is like a backyard barbecue—grill smoke, cheap beer, and someone always burns the wings. But for Eagles fans watching Friday’s 19-17 win over the Jets, the smoke curled into a question mark.
The scoreboard smiled, yet the offense coughed and wheezed like a beat-up Trans-Am on I-95. What looked like a quiet August night quietly screamed a warning: the depth behind Jalen Hurts might be thinner than a Jersey diner napkin.
The understudies fumbled their lines, and the director was left scrambling for a new script.
That script now includes a new polarizing character, Sam Howell.