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Hornswaggle is an alternate spelling of
hornswoggle, an archaic word that means to bamboozle or hoodwink. I take my
pronunciation from the late Harvey Korman in "Blazing Saddles" --
"I want rustlers, cutthroats, murderers,
bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits,
vipers, snipers, conmen, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers,
buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswagglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train
robbers, bank robbers, ass kickers, shit kickers and Methodists!"
Those of you who've been around the block with this blog have grown accustomed to my incessant Eagles ranting. So where, you ask, has all the Birds-related commentary gone? I know that there are at least -17 people out there thirsting for it.
Well, I figured out a solution this year to the Eagles Problem, which could be defined as: Pretty much no one reading this baby gives a flying F about my thoughts on my hometown football team. My solution to this problem was elegant, but it's gone unnoticed, because a) I didn't mention it and b) I wrote only about 3 posts the entire fall.
I've created a "blog" over at the Eagles official Web site, home of the informative but occasionally overly effusive, if not to say obsequious Dave Spadaro, aka Captain Pom Pom. You have to register with the site to read it. The site doesn't really host blogs per se. It's really just a message board, where the most recent posts are found at the top. But if you go to boards.philadelphiaeagles.com, you can find my entries under the title SF-Philly.
But so rest assured, anyway, that yours truly is focusing with laser-like intensity upon Saturday's tilt with the Saints, and if you're saying to yourself, "I want to know more about Eagles' backup strong safety Quenten Mikell," there's somewhere for you to go.
