We’ve been so engaged in mock-sincere recriminations over who is most slighted, black quarterbacks, white receivers, Asian claims adjusters or half-German and half-Brazilian big tittied personal palm frond wavers that it seems that we’ve lost sight of what matters most. Sunday, it was reported that this year’s Meast namesake Kevin Everett made still more remarkable progress when he was able to lift his right arm and give paralysis the finger.
It makes you think of all the parallels with Christopher Reeve, like how they both wore red and blue outfits, and sucked stem cells dry to reach an arduous recovery.
But the debate hung over everything this week, especially the selection of the Meast. You knew we had to honor someone from the Eagles for their -temporarily- season-saving, face-melting 56-point performance against Detroit Sunday. With McNabb and Curtis canceling each other out with outstanding but co-dependent performances, it was the open field running of Brian Westbrook that proved most deserving of our recognition this week. We don’t care how many yards you had, Ronnie Brown. Fucking loser.
The Eagles’ back gained more than 200 total yards and had three scores, in the process getting an abdominal strain from eating so many Lions’ players souls.
And, hey, we didn’t pick a Patriot this week! There’s another “disrespect” card they’ll shuffle into the deck.