The "wretched atrocity" being what happened at the Linc yesterday, obviously.
I wonder: if the Eagles actually ran the football - which given the preponderance of winds on the field exceeding 200mph might have been a good idea - would Andy Reid, like, actually explode, or spontaneously combust, or otherwise cease to exist in some horrible yet entertaining way? Because for that I would actually go to an Eagles game. That sort of thing is worth seeing live. Of course, that would require the Eagles to have a running game, which they don't do even when it is PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO ACCURATELY THROW A FOOTBALL.
I am mildly distressed with yesterday's result, as you can see. Losing to a team from a division as abysmal as the AFC South (and what are the now-undefeated Colts doing in the South anyway?) is surely the last straw.
My distress was abated somewhat when I went to see The Prestige last night, which is an excellent film. I mean, really, Batman versus Wolverine would have had a hard time going wrong in the first place, although I am informed by a friend of mine who actually is a practicing magician that magicians do not, as a rule, repeatedly attempt to kill each other on stage that often. Yeah, something like 5 magicians have been killed trying to steal the secret to making the Statue of Liberty disappear, but "dying on stage" is supposed to be a metaphor.
JLK
Monday, October 30, 2006
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