And then Captain Andy all but spelled out that the running game that added so much balance to the Birds' offense was an a-b-e-r-r-a-t-i-o-n. With that 1 on the ground vs. 10 in the air mumbo-jumbo, wasn't Andy Reid promising that the next time a third-and-1 is stuffed, Donovan McNabb will be back throwing on the next third-and-really-short?
The Eagles' infantry won't be marching up and down Giants Stadium on Sunday. So look for Donovan to peg the pigskin about 50 times through the Meadowlands swirl. It's going to be colder than a bank stock and the question that goes with the forecast is how much wind? From almost 6 days out, I'm not sold on the long-range call for a dry day with a high in the mid-30s. The models have done a poor job of handling an enormous trough that will cover most of the eastern half of the United States by the weekend. Arctic air is going to be anchored, so the current number for a 1 p.m. kickoff could bust down into the 20s. If you're going up the Turnpike, wear layers of your heaviest Eagles winter wear. And be gentle with the smug Giants fans grilling their pheasant and chateaubriand in the parking lots. Many will be refugees from the Great Wall Street Massacre and will appreciate Eagles fans reaching out . . . Meanwhile, small but wonderfully athletic Villanova looks like the best watch of the indoor alternatives we are stuck with.
When I'm King of the World . . .
