On a fourth and goal from the Rams’ two-yard-line, Carson Wentz dropped back, surveyed the field and threw an improbable touchdown that fortuitously found the hands of wide receiver Alshon Jeffery. The score put the Eagles back ahead of L.A. in a thrilling game that was supposed to serve notice to the rest of the NFC that the road to the Super Bowl was coming through Philly. Of course, we didn’t know it at the time, but the pass, which was Wentz’s franchise record-breaking 33rd touchdown pass of the season, was also his final pass of the season.

It’s fucking brutal–and we’re still in the infant stages of grieving an injury so incredibly typical, that while devastating, is also completely unsurprising. Some are throwing in the towel today, some are talking themselves into Nick Foles saving a Super Bowl season, some are drinking themselves stupid, and some are…crying. Yes, crying.

Here’s a caller named Chris having a complete meltdown while on air with Angelo Cataldi this morning:

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Pearl Harbor? Custer’s Last Stand? Jesus, man. Take a deep breath and make yourself a drink.

And also, maybe, watch this:

I actually feel a little bit funny poking fun at this guy because he sounded so beat up. I thought I was taking the injury hard. I’m also going to acknowledge the possibility that the call was staged, but I’m not so sure. The exchange was pretty awkward.

The good news is I’m sure Kyle is firing up a “Why…why do we get hurt all the time?” t-shirt for all you last-minute holiday shoppers out there.

And, Chris, if you’re reading–here’s The Philadelphia Orchestra, which released a congratulatory rendition of “Fly, Eagles, Fly” last night upon the team winning the NFC East, to help cheer you up.