Welcome to another summer of Throwback Football, in which Andy Reid and the Eagles cling to the bygone days when training camp really was like camping out. In the black-and-white film that plays in Reid's head, there is still a value to bunking together and short-sheeting the beds and having water balloon fights and whatever else Reid imagines is going on when the guys are actually just chilling by themselves on the video with Carjack VI and texting around the country.

A number of NFL organizations have already slain this dinosaur, a holdover from the time when teams didn't have dedicated practice facilities and many shared what space they had with baseball teams. In those days, packing off to some inexpensive, empty college dorm in the woods was only a bonding exercise by necessity. Nobody pretended it was a good idea.

Times change. In the National Football League, they just seem to change more slowly.

Training camp itself is vital, of course, but the work would be just as easily, probably more easily, done at the NovaCare Complex. If you truly thought some fan interaction was needed - what, the stadium isn't going to sell out? - there could be a few open practices at Lincoln Financial Field (with concession stands!) to satisfy that desire.

This isn't 1955. The guys don't bond at training camp. They don't have "bull sessions" in the rooms at night. I don't even know if the rookies still have to sing their school fight songs. (Probably. Hazing never goes out of style, but it shouldn't be confused with bonding.) No one is going to mention this stuff to Andy, though, so it's up the Northeast Extension again, with nothing there that matters other than proper hydration and whether Donovan McNabb's curious bouts of tendinitis are serious.

If everyone has to be there, the guys should at least have some songs to sing around the campfire at night. In that spirit, here are a few to pack in the rucksacks and bring out when the marshmallows are toasting. Hopefully, someone brings a harmonica!

Donovan's Arm (to the tune of "Camptown Races"):

Donovan's arm got something wrong, doo dah, doo dah.

Wearing a sling that's two-foot long, all the doo dah day.

Kevin Kolb's gonna get some reps, doo dah, doo dah,

But his passes ain't got no pep, all the doo dah day.

Oh, the season's long. Oh, the season's hard.

Bet that Donovan's arm it hurts, bet Andy calls Brett Favre.

Wow, that was fun. All the guys are having a great time now. There's talk of a raid on the dessert freezer a little later, those scamps. In the meantime, it's time for another song.

Brian's Song (to the tune of "This Old Man"):

This old man, he plays free,