If ever there were a game where I might run out of sarcastic comments, this would be it. You've got the Jason Babin-less Eagles and their Matthew Poncelet coach travelling to the land of Aqua Net and credit card millionaires to take on Tony Romo and a hooker's kid. Mike Vick is out. Other players who only matter in some fantasy contexts are probably playing. Honestly, I don't care enough to see who is in and who is out.
Whatever. Where was I?
Yeah. Sunday Night Football. You have allegedly been waiting all day for this. Either that or Faith Hill is a lying sack of garbage who happens to look amazing in leather pants. One of those.