Four Downs while wondering when and how we all became so frightened of, well, everything ...
FIRST DOWN:
An NFL game was postponed not because of snow, but because of the forecast of snow. Somewhere, the ghost of Vince Lombardi is shaking his head at how soft we've become, and how everything always has to perfect.
The latest storm of the century got all the weather forecasters lathered up. Then they did what they're paid to do: SCARE THE YOU KNOW WHAT OUT OF THE REST OF US.
Apparently, the storm was bad, but didn't hit Philly as hard as predicted. A lot of snow fell -- 11.8 inches -- but from what people are saying, it wasn't quite the storm of the century, or worthy of moving the Vikings-Eagles game back by TWO DAYS!
Here's a suggestion: Unless lightning is in the area, just play the game. Don't worry about how the fans will get to and from the game. They'll manage. And if they don't, and they have to stay home, so be it. Just play the game.
SECOND DOWN:
Coach of the Year. Who gets it? There are a lot of candidates, but I keep coming back to one guy -- Bill Belichick. The Patriots' coach went into the season with a young, suspect defense, injuries and rookies at key positions. Fifteen games later, he's 13-2 with homefield advantage throughout the playoffs locked up. His team is plus-27 in turnover ratio, has just nine giveaways and hasn't turned the ball over in a league-record seven games.
