Shawn Andrews is giddy. Stacy Andrews is "glappy". And all Eagles fans should be terrified. Say goodbye to Runyan and Tra; Say hello to crazy town.
First there's Shawn, the "Big Kid" with the orange "Brohawk". He missed all of last summer's training camp while battling depression, sat out most of the regular season after undergoing back surgery and has yet to practice this season because of back pain. He hasn't played a down of football since September 15th, 2008 (that horrible 37-41 loss to the Cowboys) and yet the Eagles, in an effort to make him more comfortable, went out this offseason and picked up both his brother and his college roommate to join him on the Eagles new O-Line. And what did Shawn Andrews do? He posted youtube videos of himself rapping in his basement. Check out this masterpiece called "Get Your Michael Phelps On".
And of course there's this one, where he refers to himself as as "335 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal". I have to admit that Andrews is entertaining in Clinton Portis kind of way.
One doesn't want to mock someone who really may be mentally ill, and Andrews has been very public about his bout with depression. Some armchair psychiatrists have made the argument that his recent flamboyance is a byproduct of prescription medications gone awry. And if that's the case, he should get all the help he needs. But if he's just being weird for weirdness sake, the Eagles should set his ass loose and go find someone else to protect McNabb. If you're injured, you're injured. You do your rehab work and you shut your mouth until you're ready to play again. You don't go around drawing attention to how crazy you are, and, oh yeah, that you haven't played football in forever.
And then you've got Stacy Andrews, who has recently coined the term "Glappy", a mixture of glad and happy. I'll give him a pass, though, because he was talking about playing alongside his brother, and if that happens in time for the season opener at Carolina, I'll be glappy as well. I'll be the glappiest guy in London. Because when Shawn Andrews is healthy, he's a pro-bowler. And you need pro-bowlers to win championships. Jason Peter is a pro-bowl caliber player as well, so that makes me double glappy.
We just need them healthy. And preferably sane. If that happens, then whole team get their Michael Phelps on.
First there's Shawn, the "Big Kid" with the orange "Brohawk". He missed all of last summer's training camp while battling depression, sat out most of the regular season after undergoing back surgery and has yet to practice this season because of back pain. He hasn't played a down of football since September 15th, 2008 (that horrible 37-41 loss to the Cowboys) and yet the Eagles, in an effort to make him more comfortable, went out this offseason and picked up both his brother and his college roommate to join him on the Eagles new O-Line. And what did Shawn Andrews do? He posted youtube videos of himself rapping in his basement. Check out this masterpiece called "Get Your Michael Phelps On".
And of course there's this one, where he refers to himself as as "335 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal". I have to admit that Andrews is entertaining in Clinton Portis kind of way.
One doesn't want to mock someone who really may be mentally ill, and Andrews has been very public about his bout with depression. Some armchair psychiatrists have made the argument that his recent flamboyance is a byproduct of prescription medications gone awry. And if that's the case, he should get all the help he needs. But if he's just being weird for weirdness sake, the Eagles should set his ass loose and go find someone else to protect McNabb. If you're injured, you're injured. You do your rehab work and you shut your mouth until you're ready to play again. You don't go around drawing attention to how crazy you are, and, oh yeah, that you haven't played football in forever.
And then you've got Stacy Andrews, who has recently coined the term "Glappy", a mixture of glad and happy. I'll give him a pass, though, because he was talking about playing alongside his brother, and if that happens in time for the season opener at Carolina, I'll be glappy as well. I'll be the glappiest guy in London. Because when Shawn Andrews is healthy, he's a pro-bowler. And you need pro-bowlers to win championships. Jason Peter is a pro-bowl caliber player as well, so that makes me double glappy.
We just need them healthy. And preferably sane. If that happens, then whole team get their Michael Phelps on.
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