Dear Donovan McNabb, I'm Praying for You

Dear Donovan McNabb,

I'm praying for you tonight, Donovan. I'm praying for you because tomorrow night is the biggest regular-season game of your entire NFL career.

No matter what the so-called experts or fans, including me, have said, this season is not over. It is absolutely not over. Five straight wins and this team is in the playoffs. Guaranteed. One loss and we're out.

This loss cannot be tomorrow. You cannot allow this team to lose to the Arizona Cardinals tomorrow.

Almost all of your fans were mad at you. We were very, very mad at you. Extremely mad at you. Very hurt. Frustrated. Bewildered.

You didn't know that NFL games can end in ties. That's unacceptable. We knew that and we don't make $9.2 million per year. You make almost $10,000 per offensive snap. But you didn't know a simple rule. We lost a lot of faith in you.

But the way Reid stabbed you in the back on Sunday was wrong. Flat-out wrong. He proposed to you in 1999 and the two of you were married for 10 years, before he cheated on you on Sunday.

He wouldn't even tell you himself. He couldn't look you in the eye. Quarterbacks coach Pat Shurmur had to break the heartbreaking news to you.

The entire team was embarrassed for you. No one would approach you on the sidelines. What could they have done? What could anyone have said to make you feel better?

This ugly divorce between you and Coach Reid has resulted in the majority of fans selecting sides. Both of you have disappointed us. Broken our hearts. But you know what?

We pick you, Donovan. Andy is the villain. The bad guy. He's the one who betrayed us.

We're very angry with Coach Reid this year. Bill Belichick would have us at 8-3. So would Jon Gruden. They wouldn't have thrown Kevin Kolb to the wolves in a three-point game.

The pressure tomorrow will be enormous. Unbelievable. You think our fans were rough on you when you were drafted? When you didn't know a rule?

Imagine what it will be like for you if you do not succeed tomorrow night. We're angry at Coach Reid right now. But that anger could be redirected to you. Unfortunately.

Please win tomorrow.

Start the game 5-6, 78 yards, and a touchdown pass. 68,532 screaming fans will be openly supporting you.

Don't open the game with six straight incompletions. Don't begin with a three-and-out. And do not throw an interception. You're the least-intercepted quarterback in the history of the NFL. Act like it.

Our feelings are hurt. 2008 was supposed to be special. Very special. And it wasn't. We don't even know who to blame for our failures.

Now we're scared. Very scared.

We're scared for the future. Andy's future. Your future. The whole team's future. I don't even want to think about what might happen to you if we lose tomorrow.

If you don't succeed, you will feel our wrath. It's horrible. We're passionate. Obsessed. Dedicated. Words can't describe how much we love our teams.

You didn't get us a Super Bowl win in 10 years and you probably never will.

But get us a win tomorrow. Please, Donovan.

Your biggest fan,

Bryn Swartz