Well, that was ugly.
The first half of last night's game was, at least. A game that should have been 21-9 Eagles at the half, and instead we're down 9-7 because of two Buckhalter fumbles inside the 5? Yikes.
Thank goodness for McNabb, and specifically, his two hookups with Mr. Softee (Greg Lewis). Thank goodness for a third quarter that played out the way the entire game should have. And thank goodness we were playing a crap team like the Packers, in the first place, rather than...
I'm not gonna say it.
I'm not gonna talk about them, yet.
Anyway. The Daily News has some grades. I think they're being a good bit generous, whether Westbrook suited up or not.
Best sign of the night:
"Get Well Soon, T.O., So We Can HURT You."
By the way, the sheer volume and array of curse words hurled at Michael Irvin last night during the pre-game and at halftime... astonishing.
God bless the Philadelphia Eagles' fans, and their unending hatred of all things Cowboy-related. It's always good to have your priorities straight.
My favorite part of the night may have been the wonderful 10-minute long piece in the pregame on a young Eagles fan suffering from sickle cell anemia, a typical Chris Connolly tug-at-the-heartstrings piece, and how the entire Eagles organization gave him the best day(s) of his life. It was, honestly, as well done and as heartwarming a fluff piece as you'll ever see.
When they came back to the ESPN team, though-- before the last shot of the story had completely faded, in fact-- all you heard were the yells at Irvin, the chants of "asshole... asshole... asshole..."
Never forget, my friends. Never forget.
One more thing.
Tirico? The guy on top of this building? This Philadelphia landmark, the one that appears in every Philadelphia clip montage you've ever run?
The gentleman's name is William Penn, NOT Ben Franklin. Get it right next time.
On another note.
I'm not gonna tell you who sent this to me. But if there are ulterior motives at play, I have reason to be alarmed. ;)
The fixation on My Morning Jacket continues. If you're still not sold, check out this unbelievably terrific performance of "Gideon" that they did on Letterman, a few months back, alongside the f'g Boston Pops.
One of the best sets of lyrics in years.
I'm generally a David Cross apologist, but when it comes to this video that's making the rounds... I agree with the comment by, uh, "KGagliardi."
Scroll down after you've watched the "fun."
File Under: "I'll Believe It When I See It."