Fresh Eagle Meat Is Yummy

That, my friends, is why I watch sports.

To suffer through 3 quarters of lousy football, in a bar packed with asshole Eagles fans (that's redundant, of course), suffering in my vintage 1986 LT jersey;

To endure taunts and chants from those fans every time Eli got swarmed or McNabb threw for another first down against a seemingly invisible defense;

To watch the Giants score on a play so fluky, you knew the tide was shifting;

To watch the defense FINALLY show some wontons and stuff the Eagles on a huge 4th-and-1 that would've likely sealed the game;

To watch your quarterback turn from a human punching bag to John Elway in the span of 15 minutes;

To watch those same asshole Eagle fans slowly twist in the wind as the game started to slip away;

To see a near-perfect overtime TD pass under heavy pressure;

And finally,

To watch an Eagle fan storm out of the bar, strip off his crisp, clean, white #5 jersey, throw it to the sidewalk, and stomp on it.

I love sports.

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(1) Here is a great shot of the bird-brained personal foul penalty by Trent Cole that helped the Giants send the game to OT. Ouch! I liked Tiki's quote: "The ironic thing was, Kareem was trying to help him up."

(2) What the hell is up with this "no blitzing" shit? The Giants finally have some play-making LBs, and Coughlin isn't using them. For the first 3 quarters yesterday, McNabb could've sat back in the pocket, do his laundry, call his mom, and still have another 5 minutes to look for a receiver and toss a first down. Hello? Pass rush? Paging pass rush!

(3) We have some unfinished business to take care of in Seattle this week. That loss freaking stung out there last year. Let's hope Feely brings his good kicking shoes this time.

(4) I'm no Jet fan, but I was pulling for them yesterday after Belichick decided to act like a first-class douchebag to his former protoge this week. I figured he'd at least warm up to him after the game ended at mid-field, but no, a quick perfunctory handshake, and bye-bye. What an ass. But hey, Jet fans should be happy that they've finally got a coach who knows what the fuck he's doing on offense.

Finally, what can I say about the Metropolitans. I planned my Friday AND Saturday nights around them, and they fucked me both times. Didn't watch a single play yesterday (Giants game), and they STILL fucked me. Tonight, I'm off to see The Who at MSG, so I'll miss the "clinching," if it finally happens. So what. At this point, I'm more annoyed than giddy. But don't worry, I'll be re-charged come October.

Until next time....

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