Lucky for me, nobody has discovered the bug my ITI spies planted in Andy Reid‘s office, because I find the weekly sitdowns between Big Red and Don fascinating. I had no idea how much control the coach and quarterback had over what happens on and off the field.
Here’s a look at yesterday’s confab:
Reid and McNabb are both kicked back in leather chairs smoking cigars.
Reid: Our plan is coming together nicely, 5.
McNabb: You said it Red. We uglied it up on Sunday night, but still got the W.
Reid: Ha, ha, ha… just the way I drew it up.
McNabb: You? Don’t ya mean, we?
Reid blows a couple smoke rings in McNabb’s face.
Reid: Two words: Kevin Kolb.
McNabb: Man, that ain’t cool. It’s my birthday and Thanksgiving.
Reid: Exactly. You should be thankful I haven’t benched your ass.
McNabb: Yeah, I guess you’re right.
Reid exhales a big puff of smoke.
Reid: As always.
McNabb: So, what’s the plan for the Redskins?
Reid: For some strange reason, they haven’t given up on the season. I hate teams that try hard all the time.
McNabb: Lame duck coach and quarterback, down two running backs, Cooley still out. Perfect time for a blowout.
Reid: Yeah, but I got me a dumb team. The youngins will screw it up.
McNabb: Not another squeaker?
Reid: We’ll keep it close for a while, then pull away. Ten or thirteen points sounds about right. Campbell will have a ridiculous turnover in the fourth quarter. It’s a given.
McNabb: Poor son-of-a-bitch can’t buy a break.
Reid: That whole franchise is clueless. I hear Joe Theismann might call plays this week.
McNabb: Ha! Good one.
Reid: I still gotta figure out who the hell to put at middle linebacker.
McNabb: What about Vick?
Reid: C’mon 5, get serious. I told you last week I’m saving him for the Falcons game.
McNabb: Right, I forgot.
Reid checks his watch.
Reid: Crap! I need to skedaddle. Got a Turducken waitin’ at home.
McNabb: Thanksgiving isn’t until tomorrow.
Reid: Maybe in your house. In the Reid abode we have a pre-Thanksgiving meal the night before.
McNabb (under his breath): No wonder you’re a fat mess.
Reid: What was that?
Reid: You said something.
The phone rings.
McNabb: Ooh, better get that. Could be important.
Reid leers at Don as he snatches the phone.
Reid: Yello… uh huh… yeah… he did what? Oh, brother. Okay… I’ll be right there.
Reid slams the phone down.
McNabb: I’m afraid to ask.
Reid: Asante went to grab his glass of juice at lunch, but missed. Hurt his neck again.
McNabb: That sucks. Oh well, gotta run. There’s a birthday cake with my name on it.
Reid: Save me a piece?
McNabb (under his breath): Your big ass don’t need no cake.
Reid: What was that?
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