Dateline: FEB. 4, 2018. Minneapolis, Minn. 10:37 p.m.

Joe Buck: “Harrison Butker lines up from the 20, a 37 yard field goal to send the Chiefs home with the Lombardi trophy…two seconds remaining, Eagles 24, Chiefs 23. Remember, this Chiefs drive started from their own 2 yard line with just 2 minutes remaining. A brilliant drive from Alex Smith and the Chiefs, with some tremendous play calling from Reid, perfect use of his three remaining timeouts.

Troy Aikman: “Just an unbelievable job from Smith and Reid to put the Chiefs in this position.”

Buck: “This for the game. The snap is good…the kick is up…anddddddddddd…..IT’S GOOD! AND THE KANSAS CITY CHIEFS ARE YOUR SUPER BOWL LII CHAMPIONS, BEATING THE EAGLES BY A SCORE OF 23 TO 24. OH MY.”

Aikman: “And it couldn’t have happened to a better coach than Andy Reid, against the team he began his head coaching career with. Finally answering the criticisms and getting over the hump, tolling the bell with a masterful, clock eating drive. Using all of his remaining timeouts in brilliant fashion. Just a perfectly called final two minutes by Reid to become the 2018 NFL champions. Oh my.”

I have had a vision. I have foreseen how I will die.

The words of Aikman and Joe Buck will ring through my ears as red and white confetti streams over the U.S. Bank Stadium field, as the Chiefs offensive line struggles to victoriously carry Andy Reid on their shoulders to a podium at the 50-yard-line in Minneapolis. The exuberant Reid will shake hands with NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell and life the Lombardi trophy high above his head, tears flowing freely into his bushy, magnificent mustache.

A single panning shot of the field will reveal Carson Wentz watching the proceedings from one of the stadium tunnels, his shoulder pads covered in confetti, wondering if he will ever get back to this stage again.

“This is for Kansas City…the time is mine. I finally did a better job of that,” Reid will say, breaking down as the fans cheer in appreciation of a long-suffering coach who finally scrapped his way to the top of the NFL heap.

I will then calmly turn off my television, kiss my wife and son, take off my Reggie White throwback, lay down on my bed and cross my arms over my chest and wait for death, which will certainly come.

“I don’t know what to tell you…he simply gave up,” the doctor will tell my grieving wife. Thousands of others widows across the Delaware Valley will hear the same thing.

Can this go any other way for the Eagles? Of course not.

The long embattled coach who couldn’t get the Eagles over the hump, leaves town after more than a decade, and then rips the hearts out of the franchise that gave him his head coaching start?

It’s too perfect. It’s the perfect destiny for Philadelphia.

The city will crumble in upon itself. Hundreds of thousands of depressed citizens snapping at each other for months afterwards, the economy tanking as residents simply stop coming into work.

Both sport talk stations burned to the ground, which would be the only positive to come out of the tragedy.

It will happen. It has to happen to this city.

Come back in February and see. Please try to act surprised.