Doug Pederson said Tuesday that if Lane Johnson is ready to go - which in this case means, "if he isn't serving a 10-game suspension" - Johnson will be the Eagles starting right tackle when the regular season begins against Cleveland in less than two weeks.
When you consider the way our national anthem has become the sporting equivalent of a station identification over the years - a ubiquitous piece of business to be scheduled, performed and forgotten - the real surprise isn't that San Francisco quarterback Colin Kaepernick would think something positive or negative during its playing, but that he would be thinking anything at all.
When Howie Roseman emerged from his year in solitary, he could have come blinking back into the light in either of two ways - as a cautious general manager looking for stability in an unstable profession or as a once-burned gambler no longer afraid of fire.
Javien Elliott was giving away six inches and 61 pounds to Carson Wentz when Tampa Bay's fourth-string, undrafted rookie cornerback found himself confronted by the onrushing quarterback early in the fourth quarter of Thursday's exhibition opener.
For the sake of this discussion, let's remove all the emotion and smokescreen and denials and apologies from what is almost certainly about to happen with Eagles tackle Lane Johnson and simply pretend instead that he tore a muscle at practice the other day and will miss 10 weeks of the regular season. Any muscle. Pick one.
When the Phillies failed to move veteran starter Jeremy Hellickson at the non-waiver trade deadline, some otherwise rational people suggested that was a mistake, whatever the deal might have been, because Hellickson's presence blocked the way for the overdue promotion of Jake Thompson from Lehigh Valley.
Approaching baseball's non-waiver trade deadline from the high road occupied by contenders is a lot different than climbing up to it from below. The better teams have good seasons in the balance, seasons that could be improved with the right additions, but those organizations are already winners and their general managers are comfortable in their office chairs.
By the time Doug Pederson finally had enough of the first day of contact at training camp, a nearly three-hour session in which pads cracked sharply through the swampy air, even the hundreds of selected season-ticket holders and invited guests had drifted from the sideline to the comfort of their air-conditioned cars.
There was a post the other day on Twitter - the most reliable source for news, information, and GIFs of swimming cats - that said a meteor would strike the earth this week and, assuming the two party conventions had not already done so, wipe out all intelligent life on the planet.
Bob Ford is an award-winning sports columnist for the Inquirer. He is a four-time Pennsylvania Sportswriter of the Year, as selected by the National Sportscasters and Sportswriters Association. His work has been cited numerous times by Associated Press Sports Editors judges, and he won an Eclipse Award for outstanding coverage of horse racing. Prior to becoming a columnist at the Inquirer, Ford was the 76ers beat writer for six seasons and then a general assignment feature writer with a specialty in Olympic sports. In 1995, he was designated a fellow of the Knight Center for Specialized Journalism. Ford has written sports in the Philadelphia area since 1981, when he served as the Phillies beat writer and later as a general sports columnist for the Delaware County Daily Times.