To Boot or To Rally?
That was the question on Sunday evening for Iggles QB Donovan McNabb.
Philadelphia’s NBC10 reports that earlier this afternoon, three different Philadelphia Eagles players (Center Hank Fraley, Guard Jon Runyon and Wide Receiver / People’s Chump / Rodney Harrison’s Bitch Freddie Mitchell) told reporters that their leader was so sick during the fourth quarter of Sunday’s Super Bowl that he almost got physically ill in the huddle, to the point where the playcaller couldn’t even relay plays from the sidelines to the players in the huddle.
"He fought to the end," Fraley told Comcast SportsNet on Monday. "He didn't get a playcall in one time. He mumbled and (wideout) Freddie Mitchell yelled out the play we were trying to bring in. He was puking at the same time trying to hold it in."
And I thought I was the only one that wanted to throw up in my mouth when I saw Andy Reid’s play calls!
Also, please direct your attention to the poll question below:
If McNabb Was Sick During The Super Bowl, Should He Have Benched Himself?
Yes, He Should Have
No, A Sick McNabb Is Still Better Than Detmer Or Blake!
At the time of this posting, sixty percent of respondents would have benched their Pro-Bowl QB in favor of Koy “the other” Detmer or Jeff “Kyle Boller took my job” Blake! Need I remind Philly fans that Tom Brady played the Super Bowl last year with a fever over 100? Or that your star receiver was playing with a partially healed broken leg? And you would bench this guy for a backup?
Additional note: stories of wild partying were few and far between at this Super Bowl. Nobody missed the team bus from the hotel. Nobody got arrested for soliciting an undercover cop posing as a prostitute. Nobody went batshit crazy and fled to Tijuana. But now suspicions that began when Todd Pinkston, the Eagles’ second best receiver (sorry Freddie), missed significant time during the game with leg cramps (a tell-tale sign of dehydration) and when Jevon Kearse looked markedly sluggish and was a virtual non-factor are beginning make sense. As is the painfully slow pace of the Eagles’ “hurry up offense” and the fact that it took thirty seconds per play to get the calls in during the last five minutes of the game.
Nerves are one thing.
Vurping through the fourth quarter of the biggest game of your career is quite another.
Donnie Mac, a word of advice for next time you’re in the big game: Get a good night’s rest and save the partying for AFTER you have the trophy.
Philadelphia’s NBC10 reports that earlier this afternoon, three different Philadelphia Eagles players (Center Hank Fraley, Guard Jon Runyon and Wide Receiver / People’s Chump / Rodney Harrison’s Bitch Freddie Mitchell) told reporters that their leader was so sick during the fourth quarter of Sunday’s Super Bowl that he almost got physically ill in the huddle, to the point where the playcaller couldn’t even relay plays from the sidelines to the players in the huddle.
"He fought to the end," Fraley told Comcast SportsNet on Monday. "He didn't get a playcall in one time. He mumbled and (wideout) Freddie Mitchell yelled out the play we were trying to bring in. He was puking at the same time trying to hold it in."
And I thought I was the only one that wanted to throw up in my mouth when I saw Andy Reid’s play calls!
Also, please direct your attention to the poll question below:
If McNabb Was Sick During The Super Bowl, Should He Have Benched Himself?
Yes, He Should Have
No, A Sick McNabb Is Still Better Than Detmer Or Blake!
At the time of this posting, sixty percent of respondents would have benched their Pro-Bowl QB in favor of Koy “the other” Detmer or Jeff “Kyle Boller took my job” Blake! Need I remind Philly fans that Tom Brady played the Super Bowl last year with a fever over 100? Or that your star receiver was playing with a partially healed broken leg? And you would bench this guy for a backup?
Additional note: stories of wild partying were few and far between at this Super Bowl. Nobody missed the team bus from the hotel. Nobody got arrested for soliciting an undercover cop posing as a prostitute. Nobody went batshit crazy and fled to Tijuana. But now suspicions that began when Todd Pinkston, the Eagles’ second best receiver (sorry Freddie), missed significant time during the game with leg cramps (a tell-tale sign of dehydration) and when Jevon Kearse looked markedly sluggish and was a virtual non-factor are beginning make sense. As is the painfully slow pace of the Eagles’ “hurry up offense” and the fact that it took thirty seconds per play to get the calls in during the last five minutes of the game.
Nerves are one thing.
Vurping through the fourth quarter of the biggest game of your career is quite another.
Donnie Mac, a word of advice for next time you’re in the big game: Get a good night’s rest and save the partying for AFTER you have the trophy.
posted by bd @ 2/08/2005 05:10:00 PM
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