Removed from the shadows of the Eagles practice facility – temporarily, due to two impressive wins – the Occupy NovaCare folks went national last night, taking their important message of peace and a figuratively dead Andy to the Wells Fargo Center, where WWE Monday Night Raw was being held. Well, at least one guy did.
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Thanks to CB reader extraordinaire Ian (@iwj514) for his illustration work and love of democracy
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We'll have a rather long, in-depth post coming up (likely tomorrow morning) about the need for the Eagles to start with a completely clean slate. Firing Andy is step one.
We’ve taken to the streets.
While the jobless masses gather outside City Hall to protest just about everything (actually agree with many of their points, but they’re costing taxpayers even more money by forcing the city to pay police officers overtime), a rally of its own has formed near the corner of Broad and Pattison (also presumably by the unemployed). We were first alerted to this by Rachel Appel-Vazquez, a booking producer for CSN. Apparently, according to her and others, folks have gathered outside the NovaCare Complex with #firereid banners.
This is what a postseason collapse and mid-season meltdown will do to fans. We’ve lost our minds. Heads must roll.
This summer, I implored you to storm The Well with me so we could protest Paul Holmgren’s failure to adequately use the cap space acquired by trading Mike Richards and Jeff Carter. Now, it seems, Homer may be our last chance. The Flyers are 2-0. The Phillies? Done. The Eagles? Well, Reid may soon be pulling a Muammar Gaddafi and getting out of dodge.
Perhaps the Occupy Broad folks are onto something. Consider me on board with this. If by 5 PM on Monday – the start of the bye week – Reid is still employed by the Eagles, we march. We bring with us clocks, set them to 2:00, and hurl them over the fences at NovaCare while yelling Time’s Yours, Andy! Fire Reid!
But we don’t stop there. We continue our march down Pattison, crossing over Broad in a twist of intentional symbolism, and stop at the home plate entrance at CBP. We pull bats from our backpacks (Nerf bats, of course- this is a family event) and sword fight each other like the nerds from LAIRE in Role Models, demonstrating the ease at which internet types can easily simulate contact, something the Phillies seemingly can't do.
Or… I’ll just sit it my leather chair and blog about the lunatics sitting outside NovaCare on a Monday afternoon. Yeah, that sounds easier.
Do you have your pitchforks ready?
The Eagles are going to lose today at Buffalo. That’s a stone cold mortal lock. If they do somehow end up winning — I will get on my Huffy, pedal my ass down to my local watering hole and drown my sorrows with my best friend Jack.
Never before have I wanted my team to lose a game. As a matter of fact, I’m the kind of fan who goes into every game thinking they are going to win. Not this week — not anymore.
It’s been 13 long, fat years.
It was January 11th, 1999, Joe Banner and Jeffery Lurie were ready to take the Eagles into the 21st century. Their first step was bringing in Andy Reid, a quarterbacks coach from Green Bay, to guide their team to a Super Bowl Victory.
The only thing Reid has brought to this city since has been; a smug attitude, an ever-increasing waist line, and an education in poor clock management.
October 9th, 2011, judgment day. After literally thousands of “I gotta do a better job” and “It’s my responsibility to put the players in a better position”, Reid’s job is finally on the line. Even his detractors have nothing left to defend him with.
The irony here is too much.
The Eagles have been nothing more then a poor man’s early 1990’s Buffalo Bills. Instead of Super Bowls its NFC championship games, and instead of Marv Levy leaving after 11 years with dignity, Reid has stuck around like a bad cough.
Mad Dog is 7-for-7 in save opportunities this year (ahem, contract year), and approaches 2008 World Series Madson in all of them. Look at this post-win reaction. By the time Madson finished striking out the side, small children in attendance were asked to retreat to the concourse. It was like that scene in Old School where Will Ferrell shot himself with a tranquilizer gun.
Madson's reaction seems to come from sheer competitiveness, whereas Lidges' reaction comes from relief. Big difference there. More, please.
UPDATE: Video spliced with Old School scene is after the jump (caution: T-Mac yell).