And in the first comment of the postgame, Stuart Scott squints his lazy eye and mentions the time Philly fans supposedly booed Santa. I will rip off your head and piss down that spineless tube you call a neck, you silly piece of catch-phrasing shit.
Andy Reid's on now. First two sentences, "I've got to do better, we've got to do better."
You know what, I don't want to hate this guy. He's obviously upset, short of breath, red-faced. He's morbidly obese. One of his kids is in the joint for drugs and guns, and the other's on his way. The entire city hates him. He refuses to throw anybody under the bus, even though his receivers -- and, let's be honest, his quarterback -- have been atrocious. He takes the blame, and he should, but still, he's standing here trying to answer every question from the media. He's a hell of a lot classier than, say, Bill Belichick. I really feel bad for the guy; he's a heart attack waiting to happen.
I wish all the best for Andy Reid. Just not with the Eagles. I just don't want him to be the head coach of this team anymore.
Cut away to Sal Pal, who's giving us "the pulse of Philly." Loud boos, Sal, no shit. And he's the eighth person to bring up Jeff Garcia.
Listen, everyone: Jeff Garcia is not a better QB than Donovan McNabb. He's really good, and he might be better suited to Andy Reid's bullshit offense. But he's not better. D-Mac's nine months removed from major knee surgery. Give the guy a fucking break. Apparently, that's too much to ask.
The question is, what's Andy Reid's excuse?