BACK ON Aug. 21, the day the Eagles made a stunning move even by their cold-hearted standards by letting Jeremiah Trotter go and turning to a trio of inexperienced or unfamiliar linebackers, Takeo Spikes' assertion that Sunday's game against the Cowboys was "a linebackers game," would have sent shivers down a city's collective spine.
THEY BURIED Eddie Griffin yesterday, his life cut short by a deadly cocktail of fame, fortune and alcohol. His life screamed out for help at every turn, from the fight with a teammate at Roman Catholic High School to another fight with another teammate at Seton Hall, all the way up to his most recent dismissal from the NBA. Some people offered help; some looked the other way. Sadly, no one could reach him before his SUV crashed into a freight train and his body lingered in a morgue unidentified for four days.