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New Specs for Niners' Optimists ....
... looking at a bright future somewhere down Nolan's road.
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The Dynamic-Iggle-Duo
We may just have doubled our hero quotient with helmeted he-men Terrell Owens and Donovan McNabb. These Eagles are ready, like Thelma and Louise, to flee those demons of pigskin past; like Batman and Robin, to team up and give some POW! BAM! ZAP! to dastardly football foes.
>> A Can-Do Duo
Could it be?
Rob Watson
The Inquirer
September 18, 2004
When it comes to sports, this isn't a Hallmark Moment kind of town. How can it be, when we keep receiving sympathy cards about our championship dreams?
But that's changing this football season.
We sensed it when the first pass to Terrell Owens from Donovan McNabb ended in an Eagles touchdown in the preseason game against the Baltimore Ravens.
It's a dang love-in!
Remember those commercials where the couple are running toward each other in a field of tall grass, with "Happy Together" by the Turtles playing in the background, and when they meet they twirl around, grinning ear-to-ear? That's what it seems like between Donovan and T.O.
Who can remember the last time a star tandem has borne such immediate fruit in Philly?
McNabb and Owens is a gridiron marriage someone upstairs has deemed sanctified. And the congregation is ready to party.
Now before anyone says, "Hold on, Jack, we've played just one regular-season game, against the smallish-looking Giants, no less," I ask: Would any of our pre-T.O. Eagles have caught three TD passes against New York on Sunday? Unlikely.
We're usually allowed only one hero per sport.
Allen Iverson, basketball superman that he is, has not had, and probably never will have, a proper partner in crime. OK, that may be a bad choice of words, but you know what I mean.
The Phillies and the Flyers? They may have a couple of worrisome guys, but a fear-inducing pair? Naw.
It's a shame, really. McNabb had been the Eagles' lone caped crusader for five years, rolling around these dark, championship-starved streets just able to hold his own against a doubting public, hoping all the gadgets in his utility belt work every Sunday, and barely stemming the bum's rush from the Limbaughs of the world.
I am not saying T.O. is McNabb's Robin, exactly. But someone has to be the sidekick in this dynamic duo, and McNabb was here first. Kudos to Birds owner Jeffrey Lurie for finally giving him that Batcave-improvement loan he could never seem to qualify for previously.
We know Owens can be a problem child at times. His tantrums got him the boot from San Francisco, and his refusal to play in Baltimore has probably made an arch-foe out of former friend Ray Lewis, the Ravens' star linebacker.
But T.O. understands one thing.
He can't save the day all alone, and McNabb has the keys to the Batmobile.
If you don't see these two in a Batmobile, then why not Thelma and Louise's T-bird?
We've been running from our own demons in a vintage ride, too! Since the '81 Super Bowl, man! This car probably has only enough miles left in it for one more trip down that road to the Super Bowl. With T.O.'s help, we just might escape this conference-championship curse, and not drive straight off a cliff for the fourth consecutive time.
We have to give credit to coach Andy Reid. His resistance to giving McNabb a megastar receiver made him seem like a playa-hater, but now it looks as if, in the words of Public Enemy (which had one of the greatest duos ever), the Eagles might have "Too Much Posse" with this recent addition. T.O. is already "Cold Lampin' " like Flavor Flav in the end zone, and like Chuck D., McNabb's confident that "Brothers Are Gonna Work It Out."
All the doubters of our peerless pair point to Monday night's game against the Minnesota Vikings as the first real test. The opponents have their own terrifying twosome in receiver Randy Moss and quarterback Daunte Culpepper.
At least McNabb will have someone to tag him out in this cage match, and he has a much better chance of emerging victorious than at any other time in his career.
So sure, it may be wishful thinking to declare all of the Eagles' problems over because of two guys, but rapper Rob Base may be right on this one: It takes two to make a thing go right, and it just might take these two to make it outta sight! <<
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The Late, Great, T.O.
The man was one hour late for yesterdays game at the Linc, arriving less than an hour before kick off.
"I really didn't expect the traffic to be so hectic. I got off on the Pattison exit, saw the traffic, and ended up going on the shoulder, and I really didn't know which way to go - during preseason I always went back home and then came back instead of coming straight from the team hotel. I asked one of the policemen which way to go and he was like, 'Dude, you're not going to make it. Let me call an escort for you.' Thank goodness for that."
But he made ...
* Three touchdown catches, including the Iggles 1st, 2nd, and 4th of the season, with 2 in the first period.
* Eight receptions for 68 yards.
* An instant connection with the fans, many already wearing No. 81 game jerseys.
* The offense open up so McNabb could complete 18 other throws to six other Iggles, , kicked off the year with a 137.5 QB rating, and Brian Westbrook, the one headed monster with the other 2 monsters gone had his 1st ever 100 yard game on the ground on 17 carries.
T.0. was not fined for being late.
Wise to keep in mind we were playing the not so giant, Giant's, but tune in on next Monday night against the Viking's on their home field for the Donovan and T.O. Show.
Oh, yeah, First Down Freddie caught a pass in heavy traffic (and dropped one he called a BULLET). He had the quote of the day:
"We've got T.O. in the house now, baby."
T.O., who definitely does not have crocodile arms, said:
"That's what I'm here for. I'm always thinking about putting on a show. I was in such a zone today, I didn't even hear the crowd screaming for me during introductions. But I'm looking forward to everything. The routes I was running were deep routes, not those 10-to-15-yard-over-the-middle routes, because I had a quarterback who could get me the ball. And all of the guys were feeding off off that. So this entire situation is everything I ever dreamed about. I'm getting mine, other guys are getting theirs, and we're winning. I think everybody is happy with that, but I know I am. So let the games begin."
"Tee-Ohhh... Tee-Ohhh..."
Welcome back, Joe, and congratulations to you and your fans:
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cuf,
I'm glad to see that you and the other worthless mudges and mudge-esses are doing something useful for your spouse or significant other while SI undergoes maintenance.
Hawks died valiently so go Huskies with our wounded leader, Emeka Okafor:
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The King of Hawk Hill
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Fast Eddie Felsen & Minnesota Fats
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Paul Jacob's Slide 21 Lehman Brothers
Big Bird Speaks ...
... from Ericsson Stadium
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Bird Watching
He's Back!
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NBA: Leading the Pack
2003 Playoffs Points Per Game
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Player G FG FT P PG FG%
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1. Allen Iverson (Philadelphia 76ers) 6 76 44 209 34.8 .440
2. Tracy McGrady (Orlando Magic) 6 67 53 201 33.5 .475
3. Kobe Bryant (LA Angeles Lakers) 6 68 45 191 31.8 .430
4. Dirk Nowitzki (Dallas Mavericks) 6 63 39 178 29.7 .512
5. Shaquille O'Neal (LA Lakers) 6 64 44 172 28.7 .516
Tubby Raymond
UD football coach from 1966 through 2001, Raymond retired Feb. 18, 2002, as college football's ninth winningest coach with a 300-119-3 record in 36 seasons, all at Delaware.
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Da Man!
Simone Gagne
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Cup Playoffs Game 7 FINAL: Philadelphia 6 Toronto 1
Flyers into the conference semifinals against the Ottawa Senators.
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Distinguished Company
The fourth-highest point total in an NBA postseason game:
* Michael Jordan scored 63 on Boston in 1986.
* Elgin Baylor scored 61 in 1962.
* Wilt Chamberlain threw down 56 in 1962, Jordan in 1992 and Charles Barkley in 1994.
* Now Iverson shoots 66% for a career high 55.
Sunday, April 20th v. the New Orleans Hornets
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Baghdad Falls
Baghdad Falls to US Troops
Headline
Financial Times
April 9 2003 16:05
This photo by MSM.com is NOT a photo of a statue of US Congressman Darrell Issa.
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OK Fellow Mudges,
Welcome to the bomb shelter.
SI has gotten pretty class of late.
They warned us in advance and even have a message posted as to why you can't access the site:
Silicon Investor is currently down for routine maintenance, and should be online at approximately 7:00 PM ET.
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BOO!
>> Your photo posting privileges are hereby suspended for a week!
That's cruel and unusual punishment, judge.
How about I just post little ones?
What it's felt like to be a nasdaq investor for the past 2 years:
Testing what? And what's an itbe?
Some days I'd rather go to the dentist than watch the market.
cuf@everydayforthelast2years.com
Yo itbe,
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re: Yelberton Abraham Tittle, Jr. (Former Niner)
YA Tittle
To a boy of ten, the men on the football cards of the 1950s generally looked meaner and much older than normal men today in their twenties and thirties-- was it the haircuts, the harder times, perhaps the lack of vitamins? Lou Groza, the star tackle and Hall of Fame kicker for the Browns, looked sixty to me. Chuck Bednarik, who played both center and linebacker for the Eagles, flat-topped Leo Nomellini, toothless Bob St. Clair, angry Norm Van Brocklin, grizzled Bobby Layne, born with a Popeye face, and of course Johnny Unitas, perhaps the greatest-- slouch-shouldered gunslinger, calm predatory eyes-- the guy who always pulled it out in the end. These were among the warriors I grew up worshipping.
And then there was Y.A. Tittle. With his balding head, the great jug ears, the flat Asiatic bones in his face hooding eagle-blue eyes, Y.A. had that beaten-up outdoor look, like maybe an old uncle had. And that screwy name. But grace he always had, even when, at 35, he was traded by my beloved 49ers to be a washed-up second-string quarterback with the most famous media team of that time-- the New York Giants of Gifford and Katcavage, of Robustelli and Huff. And the fans booed! The cynical New York crowd actually booed Y.A. when he took over from popular Charlie Connerly and, proving himself all over again, led the surprised Giants to their glory years of 1962-64.
But, as in a nightmare, Y.A. was destined to lose in the Finals. And though he would kneel there in the mud with blood streaming down his face, an image as famous to football fans as Capa’s dying Spanish soldier is to veteran brigades, this wily old Odysseus would never ever win the Big One.
But it’s okay with me, Y.A.. You done good. Better to have tried and never tasted the sweet fruit than to have tasted it and not known its true meaning. And by the way, thank you Y.A. for showing a young boy that winners come in all shapes and sizes. - Oliver Stone in Esquire Magazine, November 1998 -
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