We know one person who's probably hungover this Monday morning: Jason Avant. Boy oh boy. When the most sure-handed receiver on our squad drops a pretty well thrown and catchable ball, you know he's disappointed. What a wacky game, and what a wacky weekend.
I want those baby back, baby back, baby back...
Who would have thought that McNabb would be traded on Easter Sunday, Kevin Kolb would lose his job within a quarter of the regular season, and when McNabb returns to Philly, Michael Vick gets knocked out of the game and we have to turn to Kolb anyway?
No one.
I should have made a bet on it but it would have furthered my obsession with gambling and pools.
Vick's ribs are more tender than Chili's baby back ribs (with barbecue sauce) and the Eagles had to turn the football over to what seemed to be a very timid Kevin Kolb. Kolb looked a bit lost out there and refused to throw the ball over 5 yards. Short little dump-offs and check-down passes allowed Kolb to slowly move the offense downfield. He seemed afraid to try for medium or deep throws to press the defense.
Kolb reminded me of one of those dudes you always see at a bar trying to pick up chicks by himself. Slowly taking sips from his beer just glancing or mouthing "Hi" to the closest girl next to him, but never quite taking the plunge and just go all out on the dance floor with someone way out of your league. Come on Kevin! You lost your starting job and now by chance, you're thrust back into it. Get jiggy wit it, Kev! What more did you have to lose?
Regardless Vick is now said to have a rib cartilage injury and is day-to-day.
The Big and McNasty
Donovan McNabb's effort on the field was uninspired and did not allow the Redskins to win the game. The Redskins running game and overall coverage schemes are what won this game.
It was interesting to see the reactions to McNabb. Pregame, there was only love. Standing ovations and cheering rained down on McNabb as he raised his right arm to the city that he called home for 11 years. When his first play from scrimmage came, boos came down for McNabb. I suppose it's just because it was actually game time and there was no fan who wanted us to be torched by the likes of McNabb. I don't quite understand all the boos especially for arguably the franchise's most successful quarterback.
The Red Headed Sluts
After a wild finish to the National League playoff hunt, it has been determined that the Phillies will take on the Cincinnati Reds in the division series. I, for one, am very happy about this. I would rather see Volquez, Arroyo and Cueto over Lincecum, Cain and Sanchez any day of the week and for some reason, the Giants just scare me. Fellow contributor Zach P. and I agree that there was definately one player we did not want to see in the opening round exacting his revenge on the boys:
Man or Machine?
Yes. Pat Burrell. San Francisco Giant Pat Burrell. For some reason, I just picture a towering home run to break our hearts if we played Pat Burrell. Don't ask me why, but those eyelashes and that muscular physique just says that Pat the Bat is all business.
But I really do feel confident against the Reds. They are marching out three pretty mediocre pitchers in Volquez, Arroyo and Cueto. Against Halladay, Oswalt and Hamels, those three barely stand a chance. The Reds have some good pop in their bats but I don't think they match up well against the Phils and I'm hoping this will be an easy series.
My prediction: Phils over Reds in 4.
Get that Fuzzy Navel ready:
Rumors are that former Eagles quarterback Jeff Garcia is trying to be lured away from his UFL team to come back to the Eagles. With Vick's uncertainty injury, Terrell Owens' most infamous rat might be on his way back to Philly. All I have to say to Jeff is... please bring your wife back too.
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