The following scenario:
Jeff Garcia scrambles on 4th and 6, chased by two defensive linemen. He turns the corner, angles toward the sideline. Just past the first down marker, Garcia is tackled by two players directly into Andy Reid, wiping out the ol' Coach and causing him to drop his famous laminated chart of shitty plays. Garcia gets up and dusts himself off, unharmed. Meanwhile, Donovan McNabb, while moonwalking on the sidelines to impress Jevon Kearse, slips on the slick chart and destroys both knees forever. Reid shrieks "MY BOY, MY SWEET BOY!" and dies of a broken heart. Marty Mornhinweg is promoted to head coach, the Eagles draft a QB to develop behind Garcia, and we all live happily ever after.
Bonus Coverage: (Actual, non-satirical) quote from Wilma McNabb, on the subject of Jeff Garcia's popularity in Philadelphia, thanks to Deadspin.
It's kind of bitter sweet for me as my son, the quarterback sits out on injured reserved watching the game during his rehab. I polled my family too and they feel the same. We want our team to win and even go to the Superbowl and win it in Miami especially if they continue to play as they have. But oh oh, if they win the Superbowl without my son, what would be the real outcome with the fans? Will they crucify him? Maybe ... Bitter sweet.
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