Archive: February, 2009

Saturday, February 28, 2009

(UPDATED with this contract observation: Reports are that the Denver deal is for five years but, stripped away, it is two years and $9 million if the Broncos want it that way, or $4.5 million per year. By contrast, Dawkins' cap number last year with the Eagles was reportedly a little bit north of $3.3 million.)

I'm supposed to be on vacation and I will be on vacation, after this.

Brian Dawkins, 1996-2009.

I'm sitting here, thinking about Dawkins in a Denver Broncos uniform. I'm seeing a new coach and a new personnel group working to set a new tone, on the field and off, and understanding why they would be so attracted to Dawkins and his singular personality. I'm seeing Dawkins, prideful, so prideful, working himself into a state that it will be hard to fathom. He talked recently about how Donovan McNabb always played better with a chip on his shoulder and, well, it will be hard to imagine Dawkins' upcoming fury.

How the Eagles allowed this to happen is beyond me. Because, you know, I understand the football part of it completely but it does not trump the rest of it. I understand that they were finding ways to hide Dawkins at times last year, scheming around him. I get that, and get that it was only going to get harder. But Dawkins remained a tangible force around the line of scrimmage. Even if his selection to the Pro Bowl in 2008 smacked of a kind of lifetime-achievement award, even if he was heading toward part-time status within the next year or so, there had to be a way to get this done. They are so far under the NFL's salary cap, tens and tens and tens of millions to the good, that there had to be some way to make a deal.

It was the old Eagles coach from the '60s, Joe Kuharich, who famously said that if you start letting the fans make the decisions for you, soon you'll be sitting with them. It was true then and it is true now. You do not re-sign Dawkins just because he is beloved and because his departure would make people furious -- and it has and it will.

At the same time, there has to be a recognition of the fact that, while Andy Reid and Donovan McNabb are the faces of the franchise, Dawkins has been the heart. It has to be a tiebreaker, if nothing else. No one knows what the Eagles offered but you have to assume they did make an offer -- based upon Reid's stated optimism at re-signing Dawkins, if nothing else. And if they did make an offer, it means they did want him. The fact that Dawkins went to Denver means that the Eagles wanted him, but only on their terms. That just isn't good enough, not for a franchise with so much money it cannot possibly spend it.

Even if Dawkins' only function was to buy you a little more time and seasoning for Quintin Demps, it would have been worth the cash. 

Right before the start of the playoffs in January, I wrote this about Eagles fans and their relationship with this special player:

"...When they look at Brian Dawkins, what they see is themselves.

"Thirteen years. It is a long time to be carrying a municipal legacy onto the field every week. It is forever, in many ways - and Dawkins will be a forever kind of player for this franchise, cherished, remembered, all of that, long after the No. 20 is put away.

"Part of it is because he has been so good, a seven-time Pro Bowler, the best safety in the history of the franchise. Part of it is because of how hard he hits people, how he just pulverizes them, even now. Long after the details are forgotten, the visceral remains. You wince when Dawkins really launches himself at somebody. That is what people will always remember - the wince, and then the wow.

"But it is more than that - and, no, not that ridiculous, indescribable routine he goes through when he emerges from the tunnel and goes onto the field. It is simpler than that. It is visible passion, visible to all.

"No Eagles fan can possibly doubt that Dawkins cares more than they do. That's it. That is the connection between a man and a city. That is the bond."

And while I understand that it's a business, a cold business, there always was the hope that it would be different with this team and this guy.

I'm not going to sit here and tell you that they are going to be a lot worse on the field without Brian Dawkins. But the Eagles are going to be lesser.

Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 2:53 PM  Permalink | 169 comments
Friday, February 27, 2009

If Stacy Andrews is a player, the Eagles are in the process of getting themselves a double-bonus -- something they are never likely to admit, not wanting to insult Shawn Andrews, he of the mental-health issues. But when you bring in the brother of Shawn Andrews to play next to him on the offensive line, it is a two-fer -- provided, that is, that Stacy arrives for his physical with a functioning knee, a month or so after surgery.

The Bengals franchised Stacy last year. They're letting him go this year. You always wonder when an NFL team lets go of an offensive tackle because the good ones don't exactly grown on trees. (I mean, imagine how thick the limbs would need to be.)

But there obviously were issues with the Bengals involving the long-term value of a contract for Stacy -- that's usually why you franchise a guy, because the team and the player are in different worlds regarding the player's long-term value. Not being privy to all of the inner working of the Bengals' thinking puts an outsider at a disadvantage. But he was a starting NFL right tackle, and has been for a couple of years. He has the requisite size. The Eagles' biggest flaw in the past has been pro personnel moves in the off-season, but they have reshuffled that part of the department in the last year and this is the first big test.

If Stacy Andrews is a player,  they will be better -- and this is meant with no disrespect to Jon Runyan, who played through more physical crap than just about anybody in his business, and did it forever. And then, on top of that, he has to add some stability to his brother's situation.

If he can play...

Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 1:07 PM  Permalink | 36 comments
Monday, February 23, 2009
Why, it seems like just yesterday that people were calling him a company man. My, how our Donovan has grown!
 
Gone are the days when Eagles quarterback Donovan McNabb asks for offensive weapons on Monday and then claims he was really asking for weapons in every phase of the game on Tuesday. Forgotten, it seems, are the times when every assertion was accompanied by three modifiers and two qualifications. The post-graduate degree he was so, so ready to put on display, his MPA (Masters of Passive Aggressiveness), has been stuffed into a drawer.
 
Because now, it seems, McNabb wants weapons or he may want out.
 
That is the gist of a report on ESPN, quoting sources (wink, wink). The story asserts that Eagles coach Andy Reid and president Joe Banner indeed had a long meeting with McNabb and agent Fletcher Smith last week, a meeting that Reid and Banner refuse to acknowledge took place.
 
Then, the key sequence: “…if the Eagles aren't successful in significantly upgrading… not only may McNabb drop his request for a new contract he may consider going as far as to ask the Eagles to trade him.”
 
And so it continues, the transformation of a quarterback. Things have been different since McNabb came back from being benched after a horrible mid-season stretch. There was the time he pointed to the name written on the back of his shoulders during that one game. And there was the time he picked up the sideline telephone for a goof. And there was the indignant assertion that the benching had nothing to do with the improvement in his play. And there was the repeated insistence that there would be this meeting after the season, and that he would be doing the talking.
 
There was a hesitancy to make too much of it, but the personality – after 10 years – was seemingly transforming before our eyes.
 
I’ve been saying and writing for a couple of months now that McNabb really has a lot of power here, if he is willing to wield it. Because there is no way the Eagles can go through a season with McNabb as their quarterback if he goes public with a trade request. Dealing with an unhappy Lito Sheppard is a pimple on the Eagles’ pigskin compared to this. On WIP, Anthony Gargano calls him McMope all the time. Can you imagine what it would be like for six months if he’s really moping?
 
If this is really how it went down – if McNabb really did the “or else” thing – it would be stunning.
 

It kind of makes you wonder what Terrell Owens thinks.

Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 8:28 PM  Permalink | 131 comments
Monday, February 23, 2009

Well, the Rangers gassed Tom Renney on Tuesday; so reports the New York Daily News. All of which means that Flyers coach John Stevens moves up another rung.

Stevens is in his second full season as the Flyers' coach.

He now has the third-longest tenure in the NHL's Eastern Conference.

It seems impossible. But if there has ever been a sign of the impatience of our current world, in the NHL and NBA especially, it is that simple fact. In the NHL overall, Stevens is 11th in tenure at his current team. But in the East, so balanced, so competitive, so perpetually insecure, he is third. He got the job on October 22, 2006, and he is damn near a lifer by Eastern Conference standards.

The short list:

Lindy Ruff, Buffalo, 884 games.

Guy Carbonneau, Montreal,  224 games.

John Stevens,  Philadelphia, 213 games.

We all know why owners in all sports have ADD anymore, but especially in the NBA and NHL: because playoff gates can make the difference between profit and loss, or between getting by and being comfortable. Follow the money and then follow the coaches to the unemployment line.

Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 1:08 PM  Permalink | 3 comments
Friday, February 20, 2009

I have been to 25 Super Bowls and six Olympic Games. I have been to the NBA Finals and seen Michael Jordan and I have been to hockey church, the Stanley Cup Finals in the Montreal Forum. I saw Bird and Magic at the Final Four as a kid (along with those Cinderella Penn Quakers), and I saw Magic a generation later run out onto the court from the stands to celebrate with a new set of kids from Michigan State and a new national championship.

I have been to the Masters often enough to know the closing times of local restaurants. I have walked on the Old Course at St. Andrews. I have seen cricket played in Manchester, England, and I have seen the Little League World Series in Williamsport, Pa. I have been to jai alai in Tijuana and been in Saskatchewan to watch a guy skate across Canada for a cause. I saw where they hit golf balls near the DMZ between North and South Korea and watched the Eagles play football games in London and Tokyo.

I have worked at a great place, for great people, during a great era. I have been luckier, much luckier, than most, and I know it.

But I have never been to the NFL scouting combine.

I feel cheated.

Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 8:55 AM  Permalink | 10 comments
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Yes, this:



Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 9:55 AM  Permalink | 13 comments
Friday, February 6, 2009
ESPN.com polled 193 NHL players on all 30 teams on a variety of questions. One of them concerned which fans in the league were the most disruptive.

You know who won.

In a landslide.

Fully 24 percent of the players surveyed said that Flyers fans were the most disruptive fans in the league. Next closest were Montreal fans, who received 13 percent of the vote. Detroit, aka Hockeytown, got only 3 percent of the vote.
Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 4:45 PM  Permalink | 55 comments
Friday, February 6, 2009
For the third time in his career, Barry Bonds stood before a judge yesterday and pleaded not guilty. He walked past a pack of reporters on the way into the court room, many undoubtedly carrying copies of the newly-released documents, hundreds of pages purporting to prove the opposite. Bonds did not care. Bonds soldiers on.

He is ruined, despite the snazzy suit. He has to know it in his heart. We all tell ourselves little lies sometimes just to get through the day -- you know, like when you read over the godawful column the next morning and tell yourself it wasn’t so bad after all -- but this wouldn’t be a little lie. This would be a big lie. This would be bigger than Bonds’ head.
 
Forget reputation, forget vindication -- he is trying to stay out of jail now, nothing more. That he took the steroids is a foregone conclusion and pretty much has been for years. Whether or not he committed perjury during the BALCO investigation is less clear because perjury is a technical thing, more than the simple telling of an untruth.

The trial on that question is scheduled to begin in March. Before that, the judge in the case will have to decide if the hundreds of papers of stuff she just released to the public will be admissible in court. She will have to figure out if the steroid dosage calendar with the initials “BB” on top should be seen by the jury. She will have to figure out if the taped conversation between between Bonds’ former friend and his former trainer, the conversation where trainer Greg Anderson suggested he was injecting Bonds with turkey basters full of undetectable enhancers, should be heard by the jurors. And then there are the copies of the failed drug tests, at least four of them.

There are hearsay issues. There are chain-of-custody issues regarding the urine samples. It is complicated. The judge, Susan Illotson, will go a long way toward fixing the outcome of the case with these pre-trial evidence rulings. If she lets most of it in, Bonds is going down. In court yesterday, she spoke of her initial inclination to disallow the drug tests and the calendar but maybe to allow the taped conversation.

To repeat: how she ultimately decides could bury Barry. Then he can write a book from jail, which might help sales but which also would truncate the publicity tour just a tad.

A tiny part of me feels sorry for Bonds as he walks from the black SUV into the courthouse, a gauntlet of video cameras and flashing still cameras and reporters all there to record this relentless descent of a superstar. That he is taking a bullet here for dozens of others, probably hundreds of others in baseball, is obvious.

Like Roger Clemens before him -- the bigger they are, the more arrogant they are, it seems -- Bonds got drunk on the benefits of historical stardom and now is enduring the concomitant hangover. There isn’t enough Advil-and-Gatorade to make this one go away, either, although Bonds is paying attorneys hundreds of dollars an hour in that very attempt.

They might very well keep him out of jail; who knows? After that, you wonder if it would be possible to rehabilitate his image, or if he really cares.
Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 12:17 PM  Permalink | 4 comments
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Truth is, I might very well have thrown something at the television if one of the officials had thrown a penalty flag on this one, but the rulebook says that the Steelers got away with one at the end of the Super Bowl.

No, I'm not talking about the fumble at the very end. I think they got that one right -- the ball was coming out of quarterback Kurt Warner's hand before his arm moved forward, and if you don't have total control at that point, it is a fumble. They could have replayed it and had the ref go under the hood one more time, just for laughs, but it really wasn't necessary. The guys in the booth had a good look at it and agreed with the call on the field and saw no need. Again, they were right.

No, this was before that. It was after Santonio Holmes' outrageous, game-winning catch. It was on the celebration, when Holmes made like Lebron James, pantomiming with the football, pretending it was a shaker full of powder and then tossing a handful of the imaginary powder into the air.

That is technically against the rules. You can't use a prop in your celebration, and Holmes used the football as a prop. It is no more of a technicality than the penalty the officials called about a minute later when one of the Steelers took of his helmet in celebration after Warner's fumble.

So, if rules are rules, the Steelers are kicking off from their 20-yard line after the touchdown, and the Cardinals would have been 15 yards closer at the end.  Which would have affected play-calling and all kinds of decisions, in all likelihood. Just saying.

Anyway, here's the video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJ3n6vR2KuE
Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 10:28 PM  Permalink | 15 comments
Tuesday, February 3, 2009






After Sunday, it has to be this guy, Antonio Alfonseca, doesn't it?
Posted by Rich Hofmann @ 9:35 AM  Permalink | 3 comments
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Rich Hofmann arrived at the Daily News in 1980 for a job whose status was officially designated as "full-time, temporary." A senior at Penn at the time, he was hired to fill in on the copy desk during a staff illness. The notion of him covering the Eagles or being a columnist did not exist in anyone's imagination. It was supposed to be six weeks and out, but he never left. It is only one of the reasons why so many people have concerns about him as a potential house guest. Rich has blogged the postseasons of the Flyers and Eagles.

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