Eagles Diary 9/30/2013

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At the end of Platoon, our boys find themselves near the border with Cambodia, hunkered down in fox holes, surrounded by thousands of NVA. We see Dale Dye on the radio, listening live as a company of American soldiers sent out earlier to do some recon is cut to pieces.

Charlie Sheen and Corey Glover are sitting alone in their hole that night, peering into the dark jungle. Suddenly a flare trips and a figure comes running toward them, arms in the air,  pleading for them not to shoot. Charlie Sheen’s Taylor rightly identifies the guy as a bloodied, battered survivor of the company that was destroyed earlier.

The survivor staggers up to the fox hole and falls into it. He  is hysterical and starts screaming,

 They wiped us out, man! We didn’t have a chance! Where’s the CP?!
You guys get outta here!
They’re right on my ass! They ain’t stopping for shit!

To my friends in the NFC East..Peyton Manning’s coming….and he ain’t stopping for shit……


Thanks, Number Five


Whenever I think of Donovan McNabb, there is this image my mind conjures up. The date is December 30, 2000 and the then young, upstart Eagles are hosting the favored Tampa Bay Bucs and their ferocious defense in an NFC wild card game. It had snowed the night before and the air was frigid. The crowd was frenzied as the Eagles played their way to a 21-3 mauling of the shell shocked Bucs. There was a point in the game when the Eagles were at the Tampa Bay goal line. McNabb, a young football god, possessing a cannon for an arm and a set of legs that would leave the jocks of defenders scattered all over the gridirons of the NFL, walks up…swaggers up, really…to the line, looks into the teeth of that defense and smiles. That wide, joyful Donovan McNabb smile. At that point in time, that smile contained all the sunny possibility of double-digit wins per season, the humbling of hated rivals, personal football glory for McNabb himself and, of course, parades down Broad Street celebrating an ever-expanding trophy case filled with Lombardi’s. Looking at that confident smile on that day, you believed. You believed that, as an Eagles fan, your days wondering through the Stygian darkness of NFL purgatory were finally over.
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2009’s First Idiots of the Week – Brett Favray and his Sycophants

The video you see above is one of Brett Favray’s retirement speechs. Its the official one, which seperates it from the slew of maybe-I-will-tired-of-the-game-give-it-one-more year press conferences which have seemingly gone on now for four or five years. And now, knee deep in the playoff season, we have Favray’s Jock Sniffer General, Peter King, reporting that Himself is considering retiring and that Jets GM Mike Tannenbaum may need to look in another direction.
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Eagles Diary – 11/9/2008: Blogging The Birds

Eagles – Gnats: I haven’t blogged about the Birds very much over the last couple weeks.  The Eagles dispatched the Seahawks easily last week….I guess I’ve just been nervous about this game. The Eagles can make significant strides in digging themselves out of the hole they’ve dug themselves in the NFC East.

So here’s Al, John and Jack….Jack Daniels….I’m ready to blog the Birds. Ahh…one more thing…blimp shot of the city lit up at night. I’ve been all around the world and love no other town more than I love Philly….
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Brandon Marshall

Last night I watched the Cleveburgh Browns lose to the Denver Broncos. The game was exciting and came down to the final minute of play. With a little less than a minute and a half to go, Broncos QB Jay Cutler hit Brandon Marshall for the go ahead score. The cameras showed Marshall pulling something from his uniform, apparently wanting to use it in celebration of his touchdown. Immediately Brandon Stokely and other Broncos ran over to Marshall in an effort to get him to put away the prop and hide him from the view of referees, who were very interested in finding out what Marshall was hiding in his hands. With the Broncos up 34-30 with a little over a minute left to play, Marshall’s teammates were worried about an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty forcing them to kick off to Joshua Cribbs from the 15 yard line. Marshall put away the prop and jogged to the sideline, averting a penalty.
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