Something is brewing in the Philadelphia Eagles' locker room. It has the subtle aroma of a late-season collapse, a familiar scent for any longtime NFL fan. It starts not with a bang, but with muttered frustrations and pointed comments. The reigning champs are suddenly looking less like champions and more like a team searching for an identity.
The swagger is missing, replaced by a palpable tension that even a reported players-only meeting couldn't dissolve. It feels like the calm before the storm, or perhaps, the first few drops of rain on a losing streak. And then, the thunderclap arrived.