A couple more things...

I forgot to mention how bad...

... Donovan McNabb was. For someone who ended up with pretty good numbers, he played a terrible game. If he could hit an open receiver rather than throwing a bounce pass, the Eagles probably win.

... Freddie Mitchell was. Step 1: Run mouth. Step 2: Catch one pass. Step 3 (hopefully): Die.

... the Eagles' clock management was. A lot has been written about this, but when my mother calls during the game to ask, "what are they doing???" you know a team is messing things up in a big way. If they scored that touchdown with 2:15 left instead of 1:45 (just throw a pass toward the sidelines once, or go no-huddle for one play) they don't have to kick it onside, and they probably get the ball back with an extra minute on the clock and field position about 30 yards closer to field goal range. Then, Westbrook catches that pass for no gain, killing 30 seconds. They couldn't have fucked that up more if they tried. If I was an Eagles fan, I'd be ready to kill someone.

... it sucks to be an Eagles fan. Your team hasn't won a championship in what... 40 years? Your biggest rivals have all won multiple championships (Giants 2, Redskins 3, Cowboys... umm... 3 or 4) and all the other teams in your city suck ass too. Plus your city is a shithole. No wonder they're all assholes.

... the commercials were. There were only two or three that were semi-clever. The Diet Pepsi one with P. Diddy driving the truck made me laugh the first time, but the second time they showed it, it was lame (no staying power). The Mama's Boy doll was okay. The one with Burt Reynolds getting kicked in the nuts was all right. Everyone else was just trying too hard. $2.5 million for a 30-second spot, and you just end up with M.C. Hammer getting thrown over a fence or the painfully lame "Lincoln french fry" thing. Awful.

I'm probably forgetting more stuff. Whatever.