Monday Eagles Hangover: Sure Seems Like A Good Week For A Coronation, I Mean, Extension

This is a tough morning to be a Negadelphian Eagles fan.  Not only did the Eagles roll to a big win on the road against an NFC opponent with playoff aspirations, but they also did it with a little style ("The people want Vick?  We shall give them Vick!"), while the Cowboys dropped a game to the Giants and now have the same record as the Birds. 

Not.  So.  Bad.  

Thus whilst there have been not-so-secret rumblings about a new contract for Andy Reid since October, this seems as close to optimal a week as any to crown Andy Reid "Emperor Until Further Notice" with an extension to his deal as Grand Poobah of the football wing of the Eagles.  They probably could have done it last week, but the Thanksgiving holiday was in the way a bit, and, well, the Eagles know better than to disturb Andy while he's eating. 

Fair enough, I say.  If they want to manage the PR around an extension and save it for the right news week after a big win, so be it. 

What else is cooking this afternoon:

The C-word, and not the one that you're allowed to say in the UK but gets you fired in the US: so it's a "stinger," or a "dinger," or maybe even a "dingle-donger with a mild case of the bing-bongs," but let's be clear: Jason Peters does not have a concussion.  Nope.  Not at all.  Just listen to Andy Reid.  He's not a doctor, but he knows not to use the word that will keep his starting left tackle off the field in Jersey Sunday night. 

Welcome back, Joselio Hanson!  I hope you took this league-mandated time off to pursue productive hobbies and/ or continuing education classes, and didn't just spend a month in Vegas.  At the very least, we hope you were in the gym every morning.  Even if it was the gym at the Palms.  (There's no rule against that, right?  If you're suspended and can't be with the team, you could just chill at a casino, no?  At least the weather's mellow.)

Did we know that Jeremy Maclin had plantar fasciitis?  This is new, right?  And not really terribly good news for a guy whose speed the Birds were just starting to showcase?  Also, that "fasciitis" is a heckuva word to spell.  Gives Roethlisberger a run for its money.

The most consistently violent guy in the secondary.  I must admit that I've taken a bit of a shine to Sean Jones.  He's put together a useful stretch of games (picks in two of his last three, no?), and he seems to be the current player most enamored with extremely violent collisions in the secondary.  Bravo, good sir!  I didn't really get it when Tommy Lawlor was calling him friendly fire earlier in the year, but it's all making sense now.     

Things I'm really really really psyched we're not talking about today.  'Amember how Michael Vick was going to cause all sorts of quarterback controversies and hurt Donovan McNabb's feelings?  (Mike Florio, we're looking in your direction.)  Well, Vick just had a big day in front of his former supporters, and, look at that, no rumblings for Vick.  Not a peep.  I mean, I think most folks are happy for Vick, but we're all content to leave it at the level of "feelings of warmth" and not "we need to make a change at QB."  I guess we Philly fans aren't complete idiots and can tell the difference between effective and ineffective quarterback play.      

(Derek is still on the road, and has stolen my trick regarding forgetting his AC adapter, so he likely won't be checking in until this evening.  Just mellow out with a slow drip of the methadone until then.)