Has got to be a win on Sunday...

This season has been over from week 6. The Eagles are presided over by a power-hungry egomaniac whose lust for personal aggrandizement is only exceeded by his love for Tastykakes. God damn, he is a fat pig. Oh, and he is a sissy coward who leaps on the nearest excuse like he's a North Jersey slut hopping on a stiff rod. At any rate, for the Eagles to defeat the up-and-coming Dolphins would be a complete disaster that has the potential to derail the franchise and its hopes for rebuilding.

Today we hear from Jeff McLane and Tim McManus that the team is developing some sense of personal shame/anxiety about how their piss poor play could possibly cost their undeserving fat coach his job. Further, they explain how the players are rallying behind Andy in an effort to save his job. This, coupled with disturbing statements from Vick and Maclin this week about how fatandy is "doing a good job" leads me to believe that this team is "all in" on 6-10, 7-9.

They could beat the Dolphins this Sunday.

And it must not happen.

BGN, we need a horrible raping on Sunday down in Miami to get us what we need. We need Brandon Marshall to toss Asante out of bounds, have a career day, and celebrate by taking a nice warm piss on Juan Castillo's face. We need Reggie Bush to pound these pussy linebacakers like they're Kim Kardashian's backside. We need Nate Allen to be Nate Allen (miss 10 tackles, surrender 2 touchdowns--par for the course with that guy). In short, we need to get rocked by the Dolphins to the extent that Jaworski, Greenberg, Gruden and all of the other national apologists hop aboard the "fire andy" bandwagon.

He needs to go. He's had his run. His message is stale and his players are a bunch of soft pussies.

A humiliating defeat on Sunday gets us there, but a win on Sunday "keeps the Dreamteam alive." This season is over. Time to pull the plug.