Gonzo: It's the same old song
While wondering how ugly things will get if the Birds don't beat the Bears on Sunday night, it's time to empty out the mailbag.
Andy Reid has been given a high-performance vehicle, but he's only been able to achieve dump-truck performance. Red's game-management skills have not improved one iota in his career and may, in fact, be worse now. In his words, he "needs to do a better job." Red must go.
Michael,
Must be November already. You can always tell. The weather gets colder, the leaves change color, the Eagles struggle, and the calls for Andy's head begin anew.
I'm bored by the whole conversation. I'm bored by this team, too. It's the same thing season after season: They pass too much and don't run enough. They have trouble with clock management and making important decisions in a timely manner. They struggle in the middle of the year, make the fans and media wonder if they'll make the playoffs, then - if they reach the postseason - self-destruct before (or, that one time, during) the Super Bowl.
It's all so tiring. Wake me when something new happens.
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Please put Andy Reid in your Barkley club since I have a better chance of dating Minka Kelly that Reid does of winning a title.
And sorry about your train experience and accidentally ending up in Wilmington after the World Series. I thought you guys were immune to that sort of mishap. What, no limo? Damn economy.
Chris,
Interesting. I like the idea of adding coaches to the Charles Barkley Close But Not Close Enough Club. Big Red would be a first-ballot inductee for sure. He and Marv Levy could have a special table in the corner where they toast each other with glasses of Gatorade that went unused in the championship celebrations that never happened. Then, in accordance with club rules, they'd have to miss their mouths wide right.
Re: the hellish World Series travel mishap. Limo? Are you kidding? Given the company's bankruptcy, I'm surprised we weren't forced to saddle the interns and ride them like pack mules to and from the Bronx.




