FLASH BACK to September. You're sitting on the Broad Street Line en route to the Eagles' season opener against the Browns. A mystical-looking man sits down next to you and asks you where you're from.
"Philadelphia," you say. "How about you?"
He leans in close, puts a hand on your shoulder.
"The future," he whispers.
"No kidding," you respond. "How'd the Eagles do against Green Bay?"
He shakes his head.
"That bad?"
"No, I was shaking my head at your question."
"It's just a plot device."
"Oh, OK," he says.