A Spoken Word Ode To Donovan McNabb

This unbelievably great analysis of Donovan McNabb is set to some nice jazz, and cold weather.  I'm assuming the cold weather is symbolic of the cold truth that comes at the end.  There's no way someone made something this artsy without having thought of everything, which is why it's weird he didn't try and work in any more Andy Reid hate.  I guess he just really only has love for Donovan.  I feel I should warn you this runs on a bit too long, but it also is a beautiful heartfelt spoken word ode to a quarterback that loves his mom.  So that pretty much cancels out. [via with leather]

*Ed note: When I was coming up with some tags for this post I had no question that this qualified as poetry.  Some may disagree but I think those people are hosers, or at the very least employed by Campbell's soup.