The play of the night, though, was a 64-yard rainbow to Mack Hollins. It came one play after a bone-crushing sack by Washington linebacker Zach Brown, a common sequence that was clearly not sustainable. The same things that made Wentz so fun to watch — his willingness to hang onto the ball, his insane determination to run — destroyed him in the end. His torn ACL, broken back, and, as the local media would dance around, severe concussion, left him a shell of himself physically. By the end in Philly, Wentz’s mind was writing ridiculous checks that his body simply couldn’t cash.

