Wishful everyday begins right now...

Dear Andy Reid,

This is gonna be a pretty simple, pretty nice letter, not the angry ones I usually write on here. If this proves true, you do EVERYTHING to get him. You trade both of those first rounders you have, you re-sign Runyan and Thomas for a year a piece for as much money as it takes, and you line up Crabtree opposite Desean for the foreseeable future. You've just given whoever you decide will be QB after Donovan's next season on the brink a ridiculously talented, diverse WR tandem which would probably be the 2010-15 version of Smith/Muhammad, had Muhsin not skipped those couple years in the middle. I'm gonna be reminding you of this every moment from now until the draft, or at least until it becomes painfully clear that he's going in the top 3.

Love,
Andy Click me for the rest!

Drove the Eagles to the goal line but the goal was denied...

I would love to sit here today and bitch and moan about Andy Reid's idiocy. The goal line futility. The lack of a fullback. The decision to jettison T.O. The refusal to use Buck or Baskett or Avant or Celek. The fact that Schobel and Considine and G-Lew still have jobs. But Doc Terry and the Greystone Ramblers do a better job than I would, and they do it in song! I give you "Andy Reid Bye:"
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A little ditty I wrote, every word of which is 100% true

(sung to the tune of the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt song)

The Eagles are coached by a fat fucking dick
His name is my name too
There's never any doubt
It's always three and out
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