Take the pulse of Eagles fans outside Lincoln Financial Field on Sundays. Read their minds as they shuffle through Center City, pick their brains on the subways, read the local headlines or listen to Philly sports talk radio.
Eagles fans want blood.
How did this happen? This was the "Dream Team." This was the "all-in" season. This was the year, finally, the drought would end. The fans would dance down Broad Street as Michael Vick, love him or hate him, would hoist the Lombardi Trophy above his head, presenting the title to his disciples as tears streamed down the faces of the Philadelphia faithful.
Yet, here the Eagles sit, 3-6, floating belly up before Thanksgiving.
Someone has to pay. Someone must be held accountable. Someone must be beheaded. Someone must be sacrificed to soothe the rage brewing in the City of Brotherly Love.
Take their pulse, pick their brains, listen to the local media and soon you will realize the Eagles fans want blood—Andy Reid's blood.