The Eagles are winning in spite of Sam Bradford. And Sam Bradford is winning in spite of himself. And that goes for you and me too. But first, let’s deal with the Eagles sorry excuse for a quarterback.
By all accounts, the Philadelphia Eagles could be a great NFL Team and Sam Bradford should be and could be a great NFL quarterback. Not a good one, a GREAT one. And he would be a great QB if he stopped throwing to players on the wrong team. He doesn’t seem to get in gear until the third quarter, and the last time I checked, the game had 4, count ‘em, FOUR quarters; so getting a good start is not a bad thing. In fact, getting a first down in the first quarter would be a really good thing.
Confidence is contagious. And Bradford looks anything but confident, on or off the field. Maybe it’s me, but Bradford looks leery and loopy, distant and dubious, hazy and hesitant all at the same time. And that’s not a good thing. It’s like he’s playing in a fog (remember that Thanksgiving Day Game in Philly a few years back when the fog rolled in and you couldn’t see the field?) But surely I digress.
So, lest we bury Bradford (and many would like to), there are times when we all win in spite of ourselves. We don’t warrant a win but we do. We’re not worthy or worthwhile but someone else says we are. We couldn’t do it on our own, but we’re virtually virtuous and victorious anyway. Theologically, we call that grace. Because our confidence is only and wholly and solely in Him.
Sometimes we can’t get out of our own way, and yet somehow we make it across the goal line to score the winning touchdown. We take missteps and make mistakes and yet and still we win. We whiffle and waffle, play bad and play awful, and we still come out with a “W.” Thank God for grace.
Yes thank God for grace. Thank God for mercy and favor and leniency and clemency and every other reprieve we can find. And as for Bradford, let’s just hope he gets rid of that “deer caught in a pair of high-beams look” sooner than later.