Thanks for 11 seasons of exceptional football, for taking a franchise that hadn’t played for an NFC title since 1980 to five conference championship games and it's first Super Bowl appearance in 24 years.
Sorry your introduction to the city was marred by boos from a small group of dolts who probably still think Ricky Williams would’ve been a better draft pick (and who likely have to look up the meaning of the word "dolt".)
Sorry for having to make do for most of your tenure with a wide receiver corps comprised of marginal talent like Charles Johnson, Torrance Small, Na Brown, Billy McMullen, Todd Pinkston, Greg Lewis, and Reggie Brown.
Sorry you had to take shots from the disparate likes of Rush Limbaugh and a local NAACP leader trying to make a name for himself.
Sorry, too, for taking verbal blows from Bernard Hopkins, a great athlete who doesn’t have to compete in a team sport, and Terrell Owens, who has 25 million reasons to act like a child.
To be fair, McNabb, you seemed like an extension of the front office at times, and you really should’ve known how overtime works.
So thanks, McNabb, for the late fourth quarter touchdown pass on a Monday night in 2001 that pulled the Meadowlands rug out from Giants fans, the TV announcers that had considered the game over, and the ABC producer who couldn’t get enough shots of an excited Angie Harmon.
Thanks for the Pickle Game, for playing with a broken ankle, for 4th and 26.
Thanks for that 60-yard pass in Dallas where you scrambled around forever before finding Freddie Mitchell down field.
For destroying the Cowboys to make the playoffs in the final game of 2008. For making us laugh at the memory of Bobby Hoying.
Thanks for 11 seasons of highlights we’ll get to watch forever. For doing all of it with class and without scandal.
Thanks for making us want to watch our Philadelphia Eagles again and giving us the longest sustained period of success in franchise history.
It was a very good eleven years.
We’ll see you down the road.