There are only two story-lines that matter coming out of this past weekend of the NFL. Anyone who tells you different sells advertising spots for Sports Center.

First, Detroit has achieved perfection and have gone the distance. I don’t hate Detroit. I do appreciate beauty wherever its found in nature. Detroit is proof that social Darwinism can’t explain everything. The NFL maintains a vicious food chain of playoff predators, yet Detroit remains in the league, unscathed by the instincts of pride, competitiveness, or aggression. The Jim Rome Radio show just became appointment listening today.

Second, it’s a Christmas-miracle! The Eagles are in the playoffs. Their playoff fate was in the hands of the lowly Oakland Raiders. Could it have gotten any worse? The Birds took Oakland’s gift and capitalized on it with a 44-6 drubbing of the Cowboys.

The Cowboys are the Yankees of the NFL. They grabbed Pac Man Jones and Roy Williams to get the team over the top. Both players hurt their team greatly yesterday.

It was absolute joy to watch Dawkins force two fumbles that were returned for TD’s. McNabb? Maybe not a “great” season as he suggested. But yesterday, he was magic.

Notice: Throughout the playoff run, you’ll be tolerating one obnoxious, biased Eagle fan. If you protest I’ll place a Santa hat on you and pelt you with snow balls. Be warned.