According to to PFT, profootballtalk.com, Roy Williams is now a Dallas Cowboy. Fuc Fuc Fuc.....now what guys? How do we let that happen, after going after EVERY SINGLE WR this offseason. DAMNITTTTT! And also..the Eagles Sign LB Tracey White...who was just CUT from the Packers and release Tony Hunt. WAYYYY better than Roy or Tony G!

According to SportsCenter Live, per Andy Reids news conference, our star Running Back and best offensive threat Brian Westbrook fractured his ribs in yesterdays loss to the Foreskins. BWest didnt come into yesterdays game near 100%, and now you know he's gonna gonna be himself for next week at San Fran, that is if he even plays. Andy Reid said that 36's status remains uncertain for the game on Sun. So now what...?!

I just read this and my stomach dropped. I went onto my fantasy league page today on cbssportsline.com and was goin through my team trying to figure out who to play and who not to play, and the "guru" says BWest is gonna give me "0" points this week. So I clicked on his name and up came the following, and I quote: "The Washington Post reports that the brother of Brian Westbrook doesn't expect the Eagles RB to play wk. 5 against Washington. Redskinds DB Byron Westbrooks says 'The ankle injury is more serious that what the Eagles put out'"

The link provided will take you there...and im gonna cry!

I'm not hear to rip on DeSean, because that kid is an absolute talent and is a HUGE threat any time he touches the ball, and is the one who can finally shut everyone up about needing a number 1 WR, but he has to stop with these mistakes. I know he's a rookie, and i know hes going to make mistakes...but hes made 3 mistakes that should NOT be made, rookie or not. Dropping the ball at the 1 when you're bout to score at TD, running out of bounds with a little over 2 minutes left when we're trying to run the clock out, and than dropping a punt that cost of 7 points and the eventual game. We had a lot of chances to win this game but the bottom line is we didnt. I thought our offense played decently, not great, but not bad either. I think we all see how much BWest means to this offense, and he can make plays that simply most people can not.

I hope he's back next week, and don't worry about it Bird fans....we'll be 4-2 going into the bye week with a healthy BWest.

Just watched SportsCenter Live and they had the breaking news segment with Sal Pal in Philadelphia, and he said the Curtis is going to be out a minimum or 4 weeks, more likely 4-6 weeks. Which means he will DEFINITELY be out for the opener against his former team, St. Louis and possibly week two at Dallas.

Sal Pal also went on to talk about Boldin, and said that depending on the significance to the injury of Curtis (if its 6 weeks or worse) they will seriously consider making a push for Boldin.

Before you all read this, this was written by me just for fun. Don't take this blog to heart and call me an idiot becuase there isn't a such thing as a curse. Just enjoy the blog, laugh if you want, but take it with a grain of salt will ya?

The Curse of the Bambino; The Billy Goat Curse; The Black Sox Curse; The Madden Curse; The Sports Illustrated Cover Curse. What's the common denominator is all of these? They all anally fuck an entire sports franchise without the courtesy of using lube. But what if there was a curse that not only affected an individual athlete or even a franchise, but rather an entire fucking city? Outside of The City of Brother Love this curse doesn't grab the attention of mainstream media like the aforementioned heartbreakers, mainly because we aren't all whiny little bitches like Boston and Chicago fans are, but this curse rings true to all who bleed green, red, orange, and blue. So grab your dollar bills and welcome to the stage, "The William Penn Curse".

In the 1800s the city of Philadelphia, or The Illadelph as Stu "I can't tell if he's actually looking at me" Scott refers to it, erected a statue of the founder and sole proprietor of Pennsylvania, William Penn. The statue was placed atop City Hall so the Englishman could look down the shirt of every girl that walked down Broad Street, but it was also agreed upon that no building would ever be made taller then that of the depicted Quaker. And during this time that Billy Penn looked over the city of Philadelphia, the teams actually won things. We celebrated things like Stanley Cups, NBA Championships, the occasional Football Championship (No not the Super Bowl, we don't win those), and even a fucking World Series. It was a glorious time to be a Philly fan, I know cause I've seen the tapes. But it was all about to change…

In 1985 the city began its construction on One Liberty Place just three blocks from city hall. When construction was complete on the first skyscraper it was nearly 400 feet taller than the city's beloved Quaker. Since the day construction began on One Liberty Place, the cities sports teams have gone through a type of drought that even a virgin winces hearing about. Since May 31st, 1983 the city's sports teams have gone a combined 0 for 94 in seasons with a championship game. Zero for NINETY FUCKIN FOUR! Really?! I could go hit on 94 different Playboy playmates, and I guarantee I could plug at least one of their holes. We, and yes I'm saying we because I played on every one of those 94 teams, have gone 0 for 7 in championships and an additional 0 for 7 in conference championships. This doesn't even include the most un-fucking-believable scenario of all: In 2005 the governor, former mayor for the City of Brotherly Love, Ed Rendell, declared to the city and its fans that if Smarty Jones, a fucking HORSE, wins the last leg of the triple crown in the Belmont Stakes, that the city would have a parade to celebrate its first championship in 22 years. Yes, you read that right…we were going to march down Broad Street for a fucking animal like he was the '05 Eagles! And sadly, I would have attended.

Some say Cleveland fans might have an edge because of the way John Elway and Michael Jordan bent them over the hood of a car for so many years, but let's be honest, Cleveland has teams that consistently blow a whales cock. Philadelphia actually has teams that MAKE the playoffs, and then we deepthroat the cock. People who say that it's worse to have teams suck forever than have a team make it to the playoffs and then lose, are probably the ones at the bar drinking O'Douls. Watching Joe Carter hit a walk-off homerun off of Mitch Williams in the '93 World Series, watching the Eagles make it 4 straight NFC Championship games and lose the first three, than make it in the fourth only to outplay the New England Fag-triots and lose because McNabb cant keep the pre-game buffet down, is much more heartbreaking than the Browns going 4-12 for 15 straight years.

The fans of Philly get a bad rap all around the country, and it's kind of unwarranted. Sure we might have pelted Santa with snowballs, cheered when Michael Irvin broke his neck and ended his career in the Vet, threw beer bottles at Jimmy Johnson and batteries at J.D. Drew, but all of those incidents were acts of passion for the city and its teams we love. People just don't understand that Philadelphia Sports is a religion to us. We don't go to church on Sundays because we don't want to miss Eagles pre-game live, and if we do go to church its to pray that McNabb doesn't get hurt again. It is instilled in us by our parents and relatives, by the everyday media coverage and talk around town, and it grows with each heartbreaking season we have to endure as fans. It's something that cannot be explained unless you live it first hand, kind of like the first time you get head. The best way to understand what it's like to be a fan of Philly, is to imagine you're at a sorority party, and somehow after spitting your absolute "A" game for hours you take home the hottest, most untouchable girl on your entire campus. You're walking back to your place and have a boner just holding this girl upright, and just as you're getting ready to plug her holes you realize that the hours you put in trying to get her to actually come home with you, you coincidently drank your face off to the point where you can't get your package to rise to the occasion. Yea you got to touch her boobies and play a little tingly jingly, but you JUST COULDN'T FINISH!

Before you all read this, this was written by me just for fun. Don't take this blog to heart and call me an idiot becuase there isn't a such thing as a curse. Just enjoy the blog, laugh if you want, but take it with a grain of salt will ya?

The Curse of the Bambino; The Billy Goat Curse; The Black Sox Curse; The Madden Curse; The Sports Illustrated Cover Curse. What's the common denominator is all of these? They all anally fuck an entire sports franchise without the courtesy of using lube. But what if there was a curse that not only affected an individual athlete or even a franchise, but rather an entire fucking city? Outside of The City of Brother Love this curse doesn't grab the attention of mainstream media like the aforementioned heartbreakers, mainly because we aren't all whiny little bitches like Boston and Chicago fans are, but this curse rings true to all who bleed green, red, orange, and blue. So grab your dollar bills and welcome to the stage, "The William Penn Curse".

In the 1800s the city of Philadelphia, or The Illadelph as Stu "I can't tell if he's actually looking at me" Scott refers to it, erected a statue of the founder and sole proprietor of Pennsylvania, William Penn. The statue was placed atop City Hall so the Englishman could look down the shirt of every girl that walked down Broad Street, but it was also agreed upon that no building would ever be made taller then that of the depicted Quaker. And during this time that Billy Penn looked over the city of Philadelphia, the teams actually won things. We celebrated things like Stanley Cups, NBA Championships, the occasional Football Championship (No not the Super Bowl, we don't win those), and even a fucking World Series. It was a glorious time to be a Philly fan, I know cause I've seen the tapes. But it was all about to change…

In 1985 the city began its construction on One Liberty Place just three blocks from city hall. When construction was complete on the first skyscraper it was nearly 400 feet taller than the city's beloved Quaker. Since the day construction began on One Liberty Place, the cities sports teams have gone through a type of drought that even a virgin winces hearing about. Since May 31st, 1983 the city's sports teams have gone a combined 0 for 94 in seasons with a championship game. Zero for NINETY FUCKIN FOUR! Really?! I could go hit on 94 different Playboy playmates, and I guarantee I could plug at least one of their holes. We, and yes I'm saying we because I played on every one of those 94 teams, have gone 0 for 7 in championships and an additional 0 for 7 in conference championships. This doesn't even include the most un-fucking-believable scenario of all: In 2005 the governor, former mayor for the City of Brotherly Love, Ed Rendell, declared to the city and its fans that if Smarty Jones, a fucking HORSE, wins the last leg of the triple crown in the Belmont Stakes, that the city would have a parade to celebrate its first championship in 22 years. Yes, you read that right…we were going to march down Broad Street for a fucking animal like he was the '05 Eagles! And sadly, I would have attended.

Some say Cleveland fans might have an edge because of the way John Elway and Michael Jordan bent them over the hood of a car for so many years, but let's be honest, Cleveland has teams that consistently blow a whales cock. Philadelphia actually has teams that MAKE the playoffs, and then we deepthroat the cock. People who say that it's worse to have teams suck forever than have a team make it to the playoffs and then lose, are probably the ones at the bar drinking O'Douls. Watching Joe Carter hit a walk-off homerun off of Mitch Williams in the '93 World Series, watching the Eagles make it 4 straight NFC Championship games and lose the first three, than make it in the fourth only to outplay the New England Fag-triots and lose because McNabb cant keep the pre-game buffet down, is much more heartbreaking than the Browns going 4-12 for 15 straight years.

The fans of Philly get a bad rap all around the country, and it's kind of unwarranted. Sure we might have pelted Santa with snowballs, cheered when Michael Irvin broke his neck and ended his career in the Vet, threw beer bottles at Jimmy Johnson and batteries at J.D. Drew, but all of those incidents were acts of passion for the city and its teams we love. People just don't understand that Philadelphia Sports is a religion to us. We don't go to church on Sundays because we don't want to miss Eagles pre-game live, and if we do go to church its to pray that McNabb doesn't get hurt again. It is instilled in us by our parents and relatives, by the everyday media coverage and talk around town, and it grows with each heartbreaking season we have to endure as fans. It's something that cannot be explained unless you live it first hand, kind of like the first time you get head. The best way to understand what it's like to be a fan of Philly, is to imagine you're at a sorority party, and somehow after spitting your absolute "A" game for hours you take home the hottest, most untouchable girl on your entire campus. You're walking back to your place and have a boner just holding this girl upright, and just as you're getting ready to plug her holes you realize that the hours you put in trying to get her to actually come home with you, you coincidently drank your face off to the point where you can't get your package to rise to the occasion. Yea you got to touch her boobies and play a little tingly jingly, but you JUST COULDN'T FINISH!

The Curse of the Bambino; The Billy Goat Curse; The Black Sox Curse; The Madden Curse; The Sports Illustrated Cover Curse. What's the common denominator is all of these? They all anally fuck an entire sports franchise without the courtesy of using lube. But what if there was a curse that not only affected an individual athlete or even a franchise, but rather an entire fucking city? Outside of The City of Brother Love this curse doesn't grab the attention of mainstream media like the aforementioned heartbreakers, mainly because we aren't all whiny little bitches like Boston and Chicago fans are, but this curse rings true to all who bleed green, red, orange, and blue. So grab your dollar bills and welcome to the stage, "The William Penn Curse".

In the 1800s the city of Philadelphia, or The Illadelph as Stu "I can't tell if he's actually looking at me" Scott refers to it, erected a statue of the founder and sole proprietor of Pennsylvania, William Penn. The statue was placed atop City Hall so the Englishman could look down the shirt of every girl that walked down Broad Street, but it was also agreed upon that no building would ever be made taller then that of the depicted Quaker. And during this time that Billy Penn looked over the city of Philadelphia, the teams actually won things. We celebrated things like Stanley Cups, NBA Championships, the occasional Football Championship (No not the Super Bowl, we don't win those), and even a fucking World Series. It was a glorious time to be a Philly fan, I know cause I've seen the tapes. But it was all about to change…

In 1985 the city began its construction on One Liberty Place just three blocks from city hall. When construction was complete on the first skyscraper it was nearly 400 feet taller than the city's beloved Quaker. Since the day construction began on One Liberty Place, the cities sports teams have gone through a type of drought that even a virgin winces hearing about. Since May 31st, 1983 the city's sports teams have gone a combined 0 for 94 in seasons with a championship game. Zero for NINETY FUCKIN FOUR! Really?! I could go hit on 94 different Playboy playmates, and I guarantee I could plug at least one of their holes. We, and yes I'm saying we because I played on every one of those 94 teams, have gone 0 for 7 in championships and an additional 0 for 7 in conference championships. This doesn't even include the most un-fucking-believable scenario of all: In 2005 the governor, former mayor for the City of Brotherly Love, Ed Rendell, declared to the city and its fans that if Smarty Jones, a fucking HORSE, wins the last leg of the triple crown in the Belmont Stakes, that the city would have a parade to celebrate its first championship in 22 years. Yes, you read that right…we were going to march down Broad Street for a fucking animal like he was the '05 Eagles! And sadly, I would have attended.

Some say Cleveland fans might have an edge because of the way John Elway and Michael Jordan bent them over the hood of a car for so many years, but let's be honest, Cleveland has teams that consistently blow a whales cock. Philadelphia actually has teams that MAKE the playoffs, and then we deepthroat the cock. People who say that it's worse to have teams suck forever than have a team make it to the playoffs and then lose, are probably the ones at the bar drinking O'Douls. Watching Joe Carter hit a walk-off homerun off of Mitch Williams in the '93 World Series, watching the Eagles make it 4 straight NFC Championship games and lose the first three, than make it in the fourth only to outplay the New England Fag-triots and lose because McNabb cant keep the pre-game buffet down, is much more heartbreaking than the Browns going 4-12 for 15 straight years.

The fans of Philly get a bad rap all around the country, and it's kind of unwarranted. Sure we might have pelted Santa with snowballs, cheered when Michael Irvin broke his neck and ended his career in the Vet, threw beer bottles at Jimmy Johnson and batteries at J.D. Drew, but all of those incidents were acts of passion for the city and its teams we love. People just don't understand that Philadelphia Sports is a religion to us. We don't go to church on Sundays because we don't want to miss Eagles pre-game live, and if we do go to church its to pray that McNabb doesn't get hurt again. It is instilled in us by our parents and relatives, by the everyday media coverage and talk around town, and it grows with each heartbreaking season we have to endure as fans. It's something that cannot be explained unless you live it first hand, kind of like the first time you get head. The best way to understand what it's like to be a fan of Philly, is to imagine you're at a sorority party, and somehow after spitting your absolute "A" game for hours you take home the hottest, most untouchable girl on your entire campus. You're walking back to your place and have a boner just holding this girl upright, and just as you're getting ready to plug her holes you realize that the hours you put in trying to get her to actually come home with you, you coincidently drank your face off to the point where you can't get your package to rise to the occasion. Yea you got to touch her boobies and play a little tingly jingly, but you JUST COULDN'T FINISH!

Here's to all of you that said I was lying, I made it up, I have no source, I misheard, yada yada yada....typical YardBarker fan shit, but thanks to the GREAT technology of DVR I was able to go back and rewind the show to the exact clip I said earlier, and with my trusty Treo Cell Phone...took the video of it!

So enjoy.......Haters! Hahah Go Fuckin Birds!

First off boys and girls, I need to address something before I get started. Diehard, Bleen Green Eagle fans need not to read this part because it doesnt concern you. I've only been on this site for about a week, and i've read some of most absurd Eagles talk i've personally ever seen. Fans of this great franchise have been bitching and moaning since '04 that we haven't gone out and spent money in free agency, nor have we acquired a top of the line player. This year, we suprised a lot of people and fans alike, and landed arguably the best free agent available to come to The Nest. And instead of people being elated and happy that their wish has come true and the team has recruited a high caliber, top of the line corner in Asante Samuel, people are STILL BITCHING, but now because we spent too much money! Come on guys, pick a side will ya. Any Eagle fan should be THRILLED to have a guy step into our lineup who has 5 more INTs BY HIMSELF in the last 2 years than the other two corners combined!

With that said, anyone who is now complaining about trading Lito really needs to stop. Listen, I love Lito. He owns the Cowboys, is a 2 time pro bowler and is great when healthy. The problem, he's never healthy. This guy has missed 15 games in the last 3 years, thats pretty much an entire season. And if we can trade him, possibly for Fitz (something else Eagle fans have been bitching about, myself included, that we NEED a true #1 receiver) than i'm sorry, but I'd rather have Fitz than Lito, BOTTOM LINE! We dont draft good anyway, so give them our 1st and 4th or whatever concoction the Cards want so we can add one of the biggest playmakers in the NFL on the offensive side of the ball.

Now....on to the Fitz update.

Don't yell at me because there is no link, or no whatever to this....but I just saw on ESPNNEWS that the Cardinals and Larry Fitz are no closer to a deal than they were 2 weeks ago. It went on to say that it looks like the Cardinals are going to have to trade, or even possibly release him!

So your source is to turn on ESPNNEWS and watch the 1/2 hour show...it's approximately at the 14-16 minute mark of the show.

GO BIRDS!