This is like trying to choose between eating stale lentils and a stick of moldy butter screaming at you. Whose side are you on? Um, can I take option C, maybe? No? OK then. Eskin it is.

You may recall the other day when Sal Pal, a warmed over french fry dipped in bacon grease, reported that Sam Bradford STORMED OUT out of a meeting with Jeffrey Lurie, Howie Roseman and Doug Pederson and stomped his feet all the way back to Oklahoma. Howard Eskin says he’s full of shit… and in this case, I’m inclined to believe Eskin:

I told you it’s best to take Sal Pal’s word with a grain of salt and perhaps an Aleve or two. The dude is batting 0-for-the-Lurie-era on Eagles front office dealings. Remember when he said Lurie offered Chip Kelly a demotion but then it was widely reported that Windmill Jeff outright fired him? Yeah, that was fun.

And it appears Sal Pal has struck again. He is the literal worst. He’s maybe the only guy in sports media who could get me to side with Howard Eskin. That’s a genuine feat of assholery. Here’s the thing– I don’t even think Sal Pal knows we know he’s a clown. He’s not on Twitter. He can’t be held in check. He just calls into Mike Missanelli and goes on ESPN and spouts his concocted tales of NFL lore and just assumes we all eat it up in the same disgusting manner that he’s mouthing that lollipop. Someone needs to get to him and tell him the jig is up. He’s so wrapped up inside his high-paid story land that he doesn’t realize he’s a fossil we’re all crouched over, thinking, “When was there ever a use for these things?” Screw off, Sal.