Donovan McNabb is such a stud.
I didn’t enjoy watching the game last night but that’s because I was born in Dallas. And my team…well, my team didn’t look so good last night. I’m a little confused—as would be anyone who watched the first 95% of the game—as to how the Cowboys are in a tie for first while the Iggles have the cellar all to themselves. Because Philly just dominated the bejeebers out of the ‘Boys. Dallas looked tired, disorganized and pretty much inept compared to the Eagles (although the penalty discrepancy through the first five minutes of the second half was astonishing—something like one penalty for two yards for Dallas to ten penalties for seventy yards for Philadelphia).
It’s incredible that Dallas managed to pull out this win and notable that it happened in the final three minutes. And if McNabb hadn’t been injured going into this game—injuries which have slowed but not stopped him this season—I doubt it would have even been close going into those final minutes, but even if it had, I suspect he would have found a way to win. Because he’s that kind of stud. He’s a terrific athlete, a fantastic teammate and a hell of a leader.
Now. Having said all that…Donovan, man, ditch the Michael Jackson impression in the endzone.
I understand you’re excited to have scored your first rushing touchdown in nearly a year. I understand that Michael Jackson is a monstrously talented guy. I also understand now, as does the overwhelming majority of the population, that he’s also something of a monster. Admire his talent, enjoy his art but don’t imitate and therefore celebrate the man. He’s one of the giants of pop history. But these days he’s not on your level. So don’t stoop to his. Find something else, something new, something worthy of you.