Why so angry? Judging by the vitriol that was unleashed on his YouTube page, bigkid73', people are really mad at Shawn Andrews right now.

Yesterday morning, the Eagles announced they were placing Andrews on the injured reserve list, thereby ending his season before it began. Immediately thereafter, the comments section on his site brimmed with unvarnished, aggressive criticism and plenty of expletives. Most of the attacks didn't stay up there for very long. It appears someone, maybe Andrews, worked hard to scrub them clean after they were posted. I managed to grab a few before they could be deleted:

Gadzoooooks: "You keep making your videos and collecting an unearned paycheck while the regular man struggles through the grind of everyday life."

Kachtice: "Try showing some heart, guts, pride and determination before making stupid excuses for not wanting to be with this team. Try being a man for once."

Those were two of the nicer samples. Someone called ddayhawk wrote something that couldn't be repeated by the raunchiest comedians on the bluest of late-night cable programs.

"Lol . . . You guys are harsh," Andrews wrote in a response he posted to the site. "I won't let what you guys say offend/control me. I hope you guys never experience what I have. It's not my fault my back is jacked right now. It's fine that you guys don't care about my health [that] is fine. I hustle for my family man. I appreciate your concerted efforts to berate me, but @ the end of the day we are all human. GOD Bless each of you guys, and may he remove all the negative energy from you guys. . .;)"

I bet that cutesy emoticon at the end snuffed their rage right out, Shawn.

Most of the fan indignation seems to stem from shock - as though people didn't see this coming and expected Andrews to eventually take the field this season and return to Pro Bowl form. Suckers.

Andrews has become the anti-Brett Favre - a guy who finds a way not to play instead of the other way around. Ever see the movie Unbreakable? Samuel L. Jackson played a fragile character named Mr. Glass. That's Andrews - capable of shattering for any number of reasons.

I understand why you're ticked. You're still enamored with the idea of Shawn Andrews - a hulking, 6-foot-4, 340-pound beast who once shoved defenders around the way a cat bats a ball of yarn. Problem is, the idea and the reality don't sync up anymore, and they haven't for a while now.

The old Andrews is gone - probably forever. The Mohawk and hipster glasses remain, but they're merely superficial reminders of what used to be. The shell is the same, but the football player inside has been replaced by the goofy aspiring musician and talentless Internet entertainer.

That's hard to wrap your head around only if you cling to the past instead of accepting the present. It's time to pour out some Gatorade for our fallen homey, forget about Andrews, and move on. Trust me, you'll feel better.

That's what the Eagles did. They issued a dispassionate statement (Andy Reid is disappointed "to lose any player for the entire season," has "full confidence in the other linemen," and wished "Shawn all the best as he recovers"), promptly deleted Andrews' name from the team's online roster, and that was that. Clean and quick and not a single tear.

From the Eagles' perspective, this puts an end to the strange Andrews saga for this season. No more answering questions about his back or mood. No more wondering if he'll return. No more coddling him. Those are positives.

But if you want to pine for what could have been, have at it. Just understand he was never going to be the man you wanted. Just as Kanye West can't help being a spotlight-stealing attention whore, Andrews was always going to do his own thing no matter how much it infuriates everyone. Right, Shawn?

"Being Yourself often Begins with Daring to Displease Others," Andrews wrote on his site. "Trying to change ourselves in order to please others - so that we can feel temporarily whole for having won their approval - is like cutting a flower into pieces so that it will fit into a vase . . . GO Birds."

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Contact columnist John Gonzalez at 215-854-2813 or gonzalez@phillynews.com.