We could be polite and assume he didn't like the stadium music or something. Or we could look at the tortured scowl on Donovan McNabb's face, the way he mouthed "no rhythm" to his offensive coordinator, the way he stormed around the Eagles sideline -- and draw only one conclusion from the fact he waved his hand across his neck several times. This was a throat-slash sign.
As in, enough of the Michael Vick project. As in, kill the tricks, the Wildcat formation and the sweeping Vick obsession. As in, Vick is receiving way too much attention from the coaches and love from the Philadelphia crowd. As in, "Yo, don't you know I'm Donovan McNabb, the face of the franchise, and that I've been in five NFC championship games, a Super Bowl, five Pro Bowls and numerous Chunky Soup ads with my world-famous mother -- and that no one disses me by letting a presumably reformed dogkiller steal my stage in my town!"
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