CHERRY HILL, N.J. - The cell phone buzzes, and Steve Saunders glances at the text. Behind him, two members of the Eagles' offensive line grip dumbbells as polo-shirted trainers monitor their movements in a wall-length mirror. Ten miles away, across a river and a city and a snarled stretch of macadam, Raul Ibanez is engaged in a dashboard-pounding ritual familiar to most Philadelphia drivers. Saunders laughs and shows the screen of his phone to a visitor.
"This road sucks!," it reads.
Thirty minutes later, Ibanez strolls into Power Train Sports wearing sweat pants, a sweat shirt and thick facial hair that he hasn't gotten around to shaving. The beard, dark black with a patch of gray near the chin, offers a distinguished look, much different from the Tom-Hanks-in-Castaway vibe favored by Jayson Werth last season. As Ibanez prepares for the day's workout and grumbles about the traffic, he does so with a lighthearted flicker in his eyes.