Well. That happened. If anything this exercise in permanent body desecration has taught me this: I will never, ever bet on the Philadelphia Eagles again.
This is the Mighty Jim Cooke sketch of what will be placed on my upper right buttock very soon. No red birds, no shooting flames — just buzzsaw.
Can't say that this isn't a massive disappointment for both Donovan McNabb and my skin, but the scrappy Arizona Cardinals did what the scrappy Arizona Cardinals do, I guess. So did the Eagles, unfortunately.
Donovan McNabb is two wins away from redemption. The only thing that can stop him is a tiny red bird.
So, the game is only four days away. It seems it's time to start getting a bit more serious about this.
Yes, I know 95% of the football-watching population is disappointed that two 9-win teams are meeting in the NFC Championship game. Two of us are happy.