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The Eagles defense couldn’t stop Mahomes in 2022. In Super Bowl 59 they got their revenge

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The Eagles defense couldn’t stop Mahomes in 2022. In Super Bowl 59 they got their revenge

NEW ORLEANS — There Howie Roseman danced, a cigar between his fingers, surrounded by the team that dismantled a dynasty. Players urged their general manager on. Others showered him with champagne. More stood atop their lockers, hollering over speakers that pulsated lyrics that partly defined their franchise within Future’s “Lil Demon.”

Go platinum, f— a budget.

Jeffrey Lurie, the owner of the Philadelphia Eagles, later lauded Roseman in the hallway outside. The NFL is not a place to be risk-averse, Lurie believes. Not if you want to unseat the Kansas City Chiefs. Not if you want to be Super Bowl LIX champions. Not if you want to turn a long-languishing team into a league-wide standard that’s won two Super Bowls in eight seasons when it once had none.

“Aggressive,” Lurie said. An organization must be aggressive. Look through the smoke and the spray in the Superdome locker room. Look at all the reasons the Eagles thrashed the Chiefs 40-22 in one of the most blatant beatdowns in Super Bowl history. Look at Saquon Barkley pouring a giant golden bottle of bubbly down an offensive lineman’s throat.

That image doesn’t exist without a three-year contract that fully guaranteed $26 million to the outlier of a devalued position entering his seventh season. No, Terrell Davis would still own the full-season rushing record he set in 1998, instead of watching Barkley topple it by halftime on Sunday — completing the single greatest season by any running back ever. Barkley wouldn’t be there, shirtless and smiling, a once-ringless wonder for the New York Giants, now an Eagles demigod, watching his teammates pass the Lombardi Trophy around the room.

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“She looks prettier in person, I’ll tell you that,” Barkley said.

The trophy eventually reached A.J. Brown, DeVonta Smith, Landon Dickerson and Jordan Mailata — four key members of a young offensive core whose combined offseason extensions included $155 million guaranteed. Aggressive. An organization must be aggressive. The Eagles ranked third in the NFL in cash spending in 2024, per Over the Cap. Lurie authorized Roseman to set the market instead of chasing it, to retain a foursome that knew what it took to beat the Chiefs because they’d each suffered the last-minute loss in Super Bowl LVII. Mailata had beaten a locker-room refrigerator with his fists that day. On Sunday, he’d beaten a team pursuing the NFL’s first-ever three-peat.

Beaten is too kind a word for what the Eagles did to the Chiefs. They made a two-time reigning champion that only lost two games all season look like losing was all it ever did. They made Patrick Mahomes, a three-time Super Bowl MVP, not only look mortal — they familiarized him with football mortality. They pulverized him within a brutal three-drive sequence that supplied the Eagles with a 24-0 halftime lead — an advantage that eventually swelled to 34-0 after Mahomes, who was sacked a season-high six times, was further throttled in the third quarter.

The Chiefs only trailed 10-0 when Mahomes dropped back on the first play of their fourth possession. Eagles edge rusher Josh Sweat blustered past tight end Travis Kelce so swiftly, Mahomes didn’t have time to dish a checkdown to Kelce before Sweat tore him down with one hand. On the next play, Jalyx Hunt, a third-round rookie, bullied Joe Thuney, a two-time All-Pro guard filling in at left tackle, backward and dragged Mahomes down for yet another sack.

Then came the fatal blow. Cooper DeJean, a nickel safety and defensive rookie of the year finalist, started the subsequent third-and-16 drifting toward the sideline in zone coverage. Mahomes rolled to his right, and, anticipating DeJean to remain there, fired a pass across his body toward the middle of the field. But DeJean jumped the pass, picked it off and housed his first-ever interception for a 38-yard touchdown.

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DeJean said he was too excited to think. He didn’t even celebrate. He just caught his breath because he immediately returned to the field. The Chiefs went three-and-out after Milton Williams sacked Mahomes within a four-man rush. The Eagles didn’t need to blitz. Defensive coordinator Vic Fangio never sent one. The seven-time defensive play-caller later said “Mahomes is very, very good when you rush five or six” defenders. Fangio had seen Mahomes too often make teams pay for trying too hard to take him down. So, he constructed a game plan in which the Eagles relied on the strength of their secondary, on the belief there’d be enough time for their defensive front to strike home.

Sweat, a member of the Eagles defense that failed to sack Mahomes two years ago, recorded 2.5 sacks. Williams sacked Mahomes twice and forced a fumble in the fourth quarter.

“The boys up front are some bad motherf——,” DeJean said.

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They were “angry,” too, if you ask Lurie. That Super Bowl LVII loss drove the Eagles in their journey back to the mountaintop. “I mean, we lived that every day,” Lurie said. They believed they’d be right back with the same ideas. At first, it seemed they would. But a 10-1 start in 2023 devolved into a 1-6 collapse, and Eagles coach Nick Sirianni fired both of his coordinators — Brian Johnson and Sean Desai — in a staff overhaul aimed to repair dysfunctional systems and maximize a roster that Roseman flipped into one of the best the Eagles have ever fielded.

In one dizzying offseason, the Eagles acquired Barkley, linebacker Zack Baun, safety C.J. Gardner-Johnson and right guard Mekhi Becton in free agency, and spent their first two draft picks on DeJean (No. 40 overall) and cornerback Quinyon Mitchell (No. 22). Baun, who’d never before played inside linebacker, burgeoned into a Defensive Player of the Year finalist. Mitchell and DeJean blossomed into starters in a secondary that went from surrendering the league’s third-most passes of 15-plus yards in 2023, to the fewest in 2024, per TruMedia. On Sunday, Mahomes failed to find anything deep in the first half. Mitchell blanketed speedy wideout Xavier Worthy, forcing Mahomes to settle for checkdowns.

Mahomes eventually got flustered. Just before halftime, dropping back from his own 6, Mahomes failed to spot Baun when firing to Hollywood Brown over the middle of the field. Baun intercepted the pass. Jalen Hurts tossed a 12-yard touchdown to A.J. Brown two plays later. Mahomes’ EPA per dropback at halftime (-1.45) was the lowest ever by a quarterback in a Super Bowl since at least 2000, per TruMedia.

Behind the defensive dominance, Fangio’s hands were on the controls, running the system this Eagles regime prefers. If the franchise had its way, Fangio would’ve been the team’s defensive coordinator in 2023. He’d served as a consultant during the 2022 playoffs, but, before Jonathan Gannon suddenly accepted the Arizona Cardinals’ head-coaching job, Fangio left Philadelphia for a one-year stint as the defensive coordinator for the Miami Dolphins. But the Dunmore, Pa., native returned to the team he admired growing up. “I just called them,” he said. “I said, ‘I’m going to get out of Miami if you’re interested. I’m here.’ It was done many days before it was announced.”

Fangio, 66, stood there in the bowels of the first NFL stadium he ever coached in. After starting as a linebacker coach with the New Orleans Saints, after four decades in professional football, Fangio at last had the Super Bowl championship that had long eluded him. He’d begun Philadelphia’s final week of practices with film from his only other appearance — a loss in Super Bowl XLVII as defensive coordinator of the San Francisco 49ers. That, too, had been played in New Orleans.

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“It’s just a really warm feeling of accomplishment,” Fangio said. “And….”

Fangio flinched. Turned. There was Hurts, smiling. The quarterback had slapped the old-school coach on the behind. The two field generals, who developed a friendship while dueling each other on the practice field, hugged amidst the scrum of reporters.

“…. and satisfaction and all of that,” Fangio finished.

And what about that guy?

“Yeah, I think Jalen’s great,” Fangio said. “Him and I have a good little relationship. Very happy for him.”

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Hurts, the Super Bowl MVP, the quarterback who embraced a more conservative role with Barkley in the backfield, the man Sirianni always called “a winner,” combined for 293 yards and three touchdowns in the first championship of his career. He carried a cigar in his hand and moved from teammate to teammate with a grin that seemed reserved for that very moment — and that moment alone. There was Brandon Graham, the edge rusher who perhaps made his final appearance with the Eagles, activated for a surprise appearance after suffering what was thought to be a season-ending triceps injury. Hurts tugged Graham by the shoulder pads, pulling him away from the reporters. The past and the present celebrated in the cigar smoke together.

(Top photo: Timothy A. Clary / AFP via Getty Images)

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I Think This Poem Is Kind of Into You

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A famous poet once observed that it is difficult to get the news from poems. The weather is a different story. April showers, summer sunshine and — maybe especially — the chill of winter provide an endless supply of moods and metaphors. Poets like to practice a double meteorology, looking out at the water and up at the sky for evidence of interior conditions of feeling.

The inner and outer forecasts don’t always match up. This short poem by Louise Glück starts out cold and stays that way for most of its 11 lines.

And then it bursts into flame.

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“Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” comes from Glück’s debut collection, “Firstborn,” which was published in 1968. She wrote the poems in it between the ages of 18 and 23, but they bear many of the hallmarks of her mature style, including an approach to personal matters — sex, love, illness, family life — that is at once uncompromising and elusive. She doesn’t flinch. She also doesn’t explain.

Here, for example, Glück assembles fragments of experience that imply — but also obscure — a larger narrative. It’s almost as if a short story, or even a novel, had been smashed like a glass Christmas ornament, leaving the reader to infer the sphere from the shards.

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We know there was a couple with a flat tire, and that a year later at least one of them still has feelings for the other. It’s hard not to wonder if they’re still together, or where they were going with those Christmas presents.

To some extent, those questions can be addressed with the help of biographical clues. The version of “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” that appeared in The Atlantic in 1967 was dedicated to Charles Hertz, a Columbia University graduate student who was Glück’s first husband. They divorced a few years later. Glück, who died in 2023, was never shy about putting her life into her work.

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Louise Glück in 1975.

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But the poem we are reading now is not just the record of a passion that has long since cooled. More than 50 years after “Firstborn,” on the occasion of receiving the Nobel Prize for literature, Glück celebrated the “intimate, seductive, often furtive or clandestine” relations between poets and their readers. Recalling her childhood discovery of William Blake and Emily Dickinson, she declared her lifelong ardor for “poems to which the listener or reader makes an essential contribution, as recipient of a confidence or an outcry, sometimes as co-conspirator.”

That’s the kind of poem she wrote.

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“Confidence” can have two meanings, both of which apply to “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson.” Reading it, you are privy to a secret, something meant for your ears only. You are also in the presence of an assertive, self-possessed voice.

Where there is power, there’s also risk. To give voice to desire — to whisper or cry “I want you” — is to issue a challenge and admit vulnerability. It’s a declaration of conquest and a promise of surrender.

What happens next? That’s up to you.

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Can You Identify Where the Winter Scenes in These Novels Took Place?

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Cold weather can serve as a plot point or emphasize the mood of a scene, and this week’s literary geography quiz highlights the locations of recent novels that work winter conditions right into the story. Even if you aren’t familiar with the book, the questions offer an additional hint about the setting. To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the books if you’d like to do further reading.

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From NYT’s 10 Best Books of 2025: A.O. Scott on Kiran Desai’s New Novel

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From NYT’s 10 Best Books of 2025: A.O. Scott on Kiran Desai’s New Novel

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When a writer is praised for having a sense of place, it usually means one specific place — a postage stamp of familiar ground rendered in loving, knowing detail. But Kiran Desai, in her latest novel, “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny,” has a sense of places.

This 670-page book, about the star-crossed lovers of the title and several dozen of their friends, relatives, exes and servants (there’s a chart in the front to help you keep track), does anything but stay put. If “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny” were an old-fashioned steamer trunk, it would be papered with shipping labels: from Allahabad (now known as Prayagraj), Goa and Delhi; from Queens, Kansas and Vermont; from Mexico City and, perhaps most delightfully, from Venice.

There, in Marco Polo’s hometown, the titular travelers alight for two chapters, enduring one of several crises in their passionate, complicated, on-again, off-again relationship. One of Venice’s nicknames is La Serenissima — “the most serene” — but in Desai’s hands it’s the opposite: a gloriously hectic backdrop for Sonia and Sunny’s romantic confusion.

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Their first impressions fill a nearly page-long paragraph. Here’s how it begins.

Sonia is a (struggling) fiction writer. Sunny is a (struggling) journalist. It’s notable that, of the two of them, it is she who is better able to perceive the immediate reality of things, while he tends to read facts through screens of theory and ideology, finding sociological meaning in everyday occurrences. He isn’t exactly wrong, and Desai is hardly oblivious to the larger narratives that shape the fates of Sunny, Sonia and their families — including the economic and political changes affecting young Indians of their generation.

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But “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny” is about more than that. It’s a defense of the very idea of more, and thus a rebuke to the austerity that defines so much recent literary fiction. Many of Desai’s peers favor careful, restricted third-person narration, or else a measured, low-affect “I.” The bookstores are full of skinny novels about the emotional and psychological thinness of contemporary life. This book is an antidote: thick, sloppy, fleshy, all over the place.

It also takes exception to the postmodern dogma that we only know reality through representations of it, through pre-existing concepts of the kind to which intellectuals like Sunny are attached. The point of fiction is to assert that the world is true, and to remind us that it is vast, strange and astonishing.

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See the full list of the 10 Best Books of 2025 here.

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