Anyone catch the video of Donovan McNabb coming out of the Cowboys Stadium tunnel before the game? He was doing his usual goofball routine - playing air guitar and dancing around. Then he started pounding on the Plexiglass that separates the fans from the players down there. He looked like he was in a good mood.

Wonder how he's feeling today.

Before the 'Boys gave the Birds yet another brutal beating last night, they had gone an awfully long time without winning a playoff game. The last victory came in 1996. Jerry Maguire was in theaters. Slick Willy was in the White House.

Now that protracted, ugly winless streak - an ineffably bad stretch that gave Philly a reason to smile for 13 wonderful years - is over, and Dallas is moving on. It's probably time for McNabb to do the same.

To be clear, McNabb isn't the sole reason the Birds got bludgeoned down in Dallas (again). The entire team was awful (again). All the Eagles should help themselves to the Blame Buffet - it's all you can eat. That said, Five was pretty dreadful.

But that's not what this is about. The guy had one of his best seasons, and there's a good chance he'll make the trip to Miami for the Pro Bowl once the alternates are called up. That's all swell. But watching the same movie on a loop for more than a decade stopped being entertaining a while ago, especially because it lacks the happy ending we all desperately want.

The Eagles' leading men have been the same two guys for a shockingly long time. The head coach isn't going anywhere. Andy Reid will be here to guide the young 'uns and try to figure out a way not to end up as a poor man's Marv Levy. I'm not crazy about that, but there's nothing to be done. The only variable of any significance that can really be changed is McNabb.

For the record, I've never been a Five hater. Quite the contrary. He's the best quarterback in the franchise's history, and if he doesn't return next season he'll be missed. But at what point is enough finally enough? It's been 11 seasons of Reid and McNabb and wait till next year, of close but not close enough, of final, implacable disappointment.

Around this time last season, after the Eagles crumbled in yet another NFC championship game, Joe Banner gave an interesting interview. It was the one where he tossed out the old Einstein axiom about how you can't expect different results if you do the same thing all the time.

I never thought I'd write this, but Banner was right.

Little help?

Cowboys Stadium cost more than $1 billion, but Macho Harris had to be carried off the field and helped back to the locker room. What, they don't have a cart in that joint?

Say it ain't Joe

During the Jets-Bengals game, NBC color commentator (and former Redskins tackling dummy) Joe Theismann was asked about the Eagles' chances. I immediately braced for his super-stellar analysis: "Donovan McNabb must have a better game than last week in Dallas." Brilliant. Theismann never disappoints.

He's just big-boned

Before doing Saturday Night Live, Charles Barkley joined the NBC football crew in the studio. (He picked the Birds, by the way.) He mostly just jabbered about how he would have been a great football player, but the highlight was undoubtedly his exchange with Dan Patrick.

Barkley: "You look older in person."

Patrick: "You look fatter in person."


After Barkley dressed up as Alicia Keys (no, I'm not making that up, and, no, I have no idea why), Patrick threw it to Bob Costas in Dallas. "I've just learned that Cris Collinsworth will do the entire Eagles-Cowboys game dressed as Alanis Morissette," Costas said. He looked really pleased with himself, though no one laughed. The best part was watching Collinsworth sit there and blink at him without responding.

Lots of ugly, nauseating moments yesterday. Top of my list: the smug, slobbering man hug between George W. Bush and Jerry Jones. . . . This is the last thing I'll say about Dave Spadaro and SpitGate: It was weird, but at least it gave Joe Conklin some good material. Conklin did a song called "When You Spit Upon a Star" in the voices of Merrill Reese and Mike Quick. You can listen to it here: conklinsong . . . . A little more than a month until pitchers and catchers report to Clearwater.