7:02- Wow. Dallas is ready to "ride dirty", and commentators Trey Wingo and Mark Schelereth (sp?) tells us Clint Dolezel (who is sporting an absurd goatee) may throw his 800th TD pass here tonight. Sweet Jesus. Kickoff goes crazy, bouncing off the wall, Philly almost loses it.

7:05- Graziani starts out great, almost throwing a pick on the first play. Brilliant. Next throw does nothing landing by no-one, as does the third. Jaws must be getting pissed off. At 12:53 seconds in, the commentator crew reminds us 'there is no punting in arena football'. Philly tries for a FG which falls woefully short, effectively making it a punt Dallas recovers around their own 15.

7:12- Although I kinda feel fruity for bringing a pesto pizza over to TCs for the game, I'm vindicated because it is fucking delicious. Dolezel floats a pass in the endzone that gets picked off after blatant (like, Blitz: The League blatant) pass interference, Philly starts out deep in their own territory.

7:15- Graziani completes a pass to Gonzalez at mid-field, and despite the fact a defender lands on top of him after he makes the diving catch, he thinks the play is still alive, even after three blows of the whistle from the ref. On the next play, there's another G-G connection, putting Philly up by 6. TC predicts a clanged extra point. I am not surprised that he is right. Philly leads, 6-0.

7:19- We've established all of the endzones are different from stadium to stadium, are all the nets different too? Mark Schlereth (not Schelereth, you jackass, J Fizzle) says yes. Will Pettis attended Midwestern State, TC theorizes he earned his Masters at Generic University. Dolezel scrambles in the red zone and throws a TD to Marshall, who is shorter than Verne Troyer. Dolezel needs two more TDs to break 800, which he may or may not have mumbled to the ref. Extra point is good, Dallas leads, 7-6.

7:26- Dallas kicker Sievers first name is "Shimmy"? It really sounds like they were calling him "Shitty Sievers". Our commentators mention the Cowboys-Eagles rivalry to illustrate the great rivalry between the cities of Dallas and Philadelphia. TC, in rare form tonight, compares it to the nationally-renowned SMU-Temple rivalry.

7:32 - The ad for Arena Bowl XXI is horribly lame. Like, Kid Rock performing half time at the Super Bowl lame.

7:35- Dallas runs it in on the first play of the second quarter, Dolezel handing it off to Duke Pettijohn. Extra point is blocked (!). Dallas leads 13-6.

7:36- Jesus, Jerry Jones is in the booth talking about how smart he is. Graziani gets KILLED and is squirming on the ground.

7:37 - Jerry Jones just said he thinks that one day, arena football could be an Olympic sport. I am not making this up. He really said it. I am floored. I think we're going to need to take a quick nap to recover from that.

7:40- We're a little behind, thanks to Tivo. Graziani was FLOORED, Eddie Simpkins just blindsided him. Holy shit. Simpkins got him good - Graziani injured his left wrist - his throwing hand. Backup QB Justin Wood (You Blow Me?) of Portland State fame, takes the field and is summarily sacked on the first play.

7:43- In the Lifetime biography movie of his life, I think Dolezel will be portrayed by none other than Kurt Russell.

7:45- Wait, TC, run that Tivo back. What the fuck did Jerry Jones just say? He said, regarding a 60 yard long, 50 foot high HD screen that will be in the middle of the new Cowboys stadium: "When you look at that high def screen, you'll see their baby blue eyes up there with the sweat running off their brow, so that's what it's supposed to be, bigger than life..." blah blah blah. Trey Wingo is horrified, and gives the ultimate nervous chuckle. Justin Wood has a tatoo that Rex Grossman will be pissed he didn't think of first: SLING IT.

7:52- Woah - Wood put one out for Brackins (Pearl River Community College - and he was a fifth round NFL draft pick in 2005?), who made a diving one-handed catch. This was an amazing catch. The extra point... is good! Trey is flabergasted. Justin Wood spells his name "Juston". Amazing. We're tied up, 13-13.

7:56- Trey on Dolezel: "He's two shy of 800 for his career, which is ridiculously stupid when you think about it". I don't even need to think about it.

7:58- Dwayne Missouri knocks Dolezel on his ass. This game could get uglier than Kathy Griffin.

7:59- Pettis goes up for a bomb on 4th and long and gets flipped around by a Philly defender - penalty flag, 1st down. On the next play, Dolezel connects with Nash - number 799. Sievers knocks through the extra point, Dallas leads 20-13 with 5:51 left in the second quarter.

8:02 - That Coors Light commercial makes me sad - the dad tells his son he needs protection when he's out with the girls, and the kid says, "Dad, I'm 26". I'm almost 24, my dad never had a birds and the bees talk with me. He never even gave me a dirty magazine. It's amazing I've had more than one date, none of which involved a cousin.

8:06- For approximately the fourth time tonight, they show Graziani getting smoked. He's coming out of the locker room without his pads. Looks like this is Juston's lucky day. Make Portland State proud! But don't fuck up CMRP! Wood responds to my plea by throwing an easy TD pass to Scott. Extra point is good, Philly ties it up with Dallas 20-20. Juston is a two-time Academic All-American - he's the pride of the Big Sky conference. Him and Neil Lomax.

8:12 - Trey says Dolezel is about to join the ranks of pro football with Dan Marino, saying they have more in common than the number 13. Dude, Marino didn't throw 800 fucking touchdowns.

8:15 - Dallas goes for it on fourth and short just to get Clint his record - no dice.

8:17- Matt, when talking about fat-ass Wes Ours (sp?), he stumbles over his own words, saying "You've heard about Slimfast, you've heard about Nutri-slut..." I don't think there was anything else interesting in that diatribe.

8:18- Dallas' Pettijohns has been tearing it up - recovers a fumble with 24.9 seconds remaining - we'll see if Clint gets 800. Nope. Philly defender Johnny Harris almost picks off Clint's first pass. On the next play, sounds like they're running the 'everybody go deep and get open' play.

8:22- This equipment time-out has taken about three episodes of 'Aqua Teen Hunger Force'. We see number five of the Graziani sack play.

8:25- Graziani is interviewed, Trey asks him what happened. I really want Graziani to say, "Well, I got the shit kicked out of me, dumbass".

8:26- 9.2 seconds left, 1st and goal - will Clint get it in? Pettis isn't ready for the pass and drops it. 6.1 seconds left. Dolezel throws it to a fan - maybe he thought it was Peach Shirt? The guy was wearing orange polo. 2.8 seconds left. And they'll go for the field goal. Going into the half, Dallas leads 23-20.

8:49- I suck it up on Guitar Hero over the half. It's a good thing I never (really) aspired to be a rocker or roller. On the return of the second half kickoff, Pettis gets it up to midfield for Dallas.

8:52- Wow, a false start. That's perhaps the third time I've seen that happen this season, which also means this is the third time I've ever seen this happen in the AFL. And it's followed up by another. Clint is pissed, as though he won't have another chance in Philly territory the rest of the game. Clint tosses up on third and long, it goes to the stands, where Ripped Chuck Klosterman makes a nice catch. Too bad he's in the stands (I'm also seriously disappointed it isn't actually Chuck Klosterman, because I would loveto read his take on the AFL - you know within a paragraph he'd draw a comparison to the Kaiser Chiefs).

8:59 - After an illegal block in the back, Dallas starts out deep in their own territory (oh yeah, Philly scored, going up 27-23)

 9:02- Trey and Mark begin to interview Philly coach Bret Munsey, asking him how he's feeling about Juston's performance. Bret says he's feeling good just as Dolezel drops a 48 yard pass to Willis Marshall. That's 800 career TD passes. Dan Marino, Brett Favre - you guys are total pussies. As Marshall runs it in, Bret says, "Oh... that's not a good thing right there." Philly DB Andy Moten head-butts Dolezel after he tries to throw some trash back at Moten. That shit is crazy, man.

9:13 - 5:19 left in the third, and Dolezel gets a short TD pass in to Will Pettis, Dallas goes up 37-27.

9:17- Juston Wood is 'chopping wood' - he threads one in to Gonzales, who's helmet pops off in the process. The extra point is good, Philly closes the gap 34-37.

9:19 - I just checked the stats for It's Still Football - three people have checked in on the live-blog since the game started. Welcome, readers! There are three more of you than I thought there would be!

9:21 - At the end of the third quarter, Dallas has a three point lead. I really hate to admit this, but I daresay I'm enjoying this game.

9:22- So long as Philly keeps giving interview to the booth, Dallas will continue to score. Juston Wood puts on some head phones to talk with Mark and Trey, Dolezel slides one in to Andrae Thurman, Dallas goes up 44-34. Trey says, "Well, I guess you have to go back to work". "Chopping wood". That just sounds more like a sexual innuendo than anything related to pigskin. Now my mind is just in the gutter.

9:26- Shit, my bad, three readers. We're still a few minutes behind reality because of Tivo, Guitar Hero, and Jerry Jones. I wonder, has anyone scored again as of yet? Has the world ended and I don't know because we're on self-imposed tape-delay?

9:30- You know when Trey and Mark started lauding Wood's stats over Dolezel's, the shit was going to hit the fan for Philly. Wood floats a pass that's easily picked off by Jermaine Jones. Dolezel's going back to work. Except they fumble and turn it over to Philly.

9:33- Right after I published the previous line, Pettis picked off Wood's next pass for a touchback. Dolezel's next pass is almost picked off. This is getting scrappy.

9:35 - Did I mention I was in Florida? Because I look like a lobster and I'm fucking burning right now. That SPF 6 didn't do shit.

9:39- Nash runs it in for Dallas from the 3, the extra point... is good, Dallas taking the lead 51-34. CMRP is calling the gals from Nashville, as there's only about four and a half minutes left in the fourth, and this is looking pretty good. Looking pretty good, like a drunk gal from Nashville.

9:43 - It's getting to the point when Wood takes the field, you should just expect an interception, which is exactly what happens. The clock creeps towards the one-minute warning.

9:47- A 61-yard field goal attempt by Dallas? It goes about as well as you expect, as Sievers intentionally pooches the kick. Gonzales drops Wood's first pass, which would have been a TD. Wood gets a first down on the next play, 53.8 seconds left on the clock. Next pass sails past his receiver. The next is also dropped by Gonzales, which also would have been a TD. 43.3 left on the clock. My fingers are starting to itch for more Guitar Hero. My nipples are starting to itch for more aloe vera.

9:52 - On 3rd and 16, Wood gets a short pass to Shawn Scott, who runs it in for 6 - extra point is good, Philly trails by 10, 51-41. One of the Dallas cheerleaders looks like she's been around the block a few times, like the homeless woman that asked me if I wanted to have sex with her as I was walking in to church for Palm Sunday mass a few weeks ago.

9:55 - Philly... recovers the onside kick! First pass sails past the receiver, second from Wood bounces off WR Scott's hands. 18 seconds left. Third down, the pass is knocked down, but there's a five yard offside penalty on Dallas - Philly will repeat the third down. The next pass is knocked down. 4th and 5 - Wood's pass is tipped. Dallas takes over with 5.3 seconds left. That's it.

9:59 - Dolezel tosses the ball up to run out the clock like he's in the NBA - Dallas' streak extends to 7-0, CMRP evens out at 3-3, and TC and I get to experience a winner's party with Nashville sweethearts. Which means, in reality, we're heading our separate ways and going to sleep.

Philadelphia, PA! Tony Graziani! A bridge! Cheesesteaks! Other Gruden!

Stafford kinda looks like Rex Grossman," says J Fizzle.

Other Gruden says, "It's 20 against this building." Riveting.

Philly coach: "We're going to war for 4 quarters - ARE THERE ANY COWARDS AMONGST US?" They cut before the cowards can be pointed out and mocked.

Hey, it's Captain Soul and Moxie! And... about 12 of their closest friends. The Playoffs: sparsely attended.

Tonight, your commentators are Ray Bently and Dave Pasch. I'm forced to ask: who? Joe goes back to check, and he almost has a nervous breakdown attempting to rewind my TiVo. If you want precision, Joe, use one boop, not three.

I forgot to mention in tonight's earlier post that Tony Graziani played for the Barcelona Dragons. "It must be an emotional day for him," says Special Guest Philadelphia Phan Josh.

14:20 Graziani and his receiver get mixed up on routes, and a 47-yard pass falls to the turf. The receiver had tons of space, but ran a corner instead of a post. Nice job.

13:50 Flag on the play, Graziani under pressure, is picked off! But, the illegal formation penalty negates that.

12:26 Graziani overthrows another receiver, and the nearly-silent crowd stirs, politely requesting a flag. None is forthcoming.

11:40. Our first mention of "there's no punting in Arena Football," but there is pass interference. First down, Philadelphia. We've also sussed out what Yo-Yo means: the motion WR goes straight backwards, and then straight towards the line of scrimmage. We are Holmsian in our deductions.

Tony Graziani pulls the Orlando defense outside like a mofo. Things Tony would not be good at: bomb squad (DON'T CUT THAT WIRE!), Faberge egg shop (WOULD YOU LIKE THAT WRAPPED!?!), Funeral home director (I'M VERY SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS!)...

While we think of funny things that Graziani would be unskilled at, three straight runs get stuffed, including Graziani on 4th down. Turnover on downs, Orlando takes over at the 1 with 8-something remaining. That's a crazy-long drive; Orlando stopped them, but the time eaten off the clock could come back to haunt them.

I would like to take this opportunity to say that we now love the Arena Bowl XXI commercial. We like Dixieland jazz, and referees that boogie, and that creepy skeleton guy who's the Voodoo mascot. Really. It's the highest of high art.

"The walls are 4 feet high, and they're undefeated - they've never lost," says one of the two indistinguishable announcers. What does that even mean? Forget it - Shane Stafford with a 49-yard touchdown bomb, Philly biting on a sharp pump-fake. 26 seconds have elapsed. 7-0 Orlando.

7:03 remaining, and Tony Graziani is a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in an enigma, as he tells us "I should've pulled it." The announcers are baffled, we are baffled, and Josh asks "Do they preview these sound bites before they air them?"

6:23 remaining, and the Jack linebacker rushes instead of the Mac, and BRUTALIZES Graziani. Unfortunately, as we immediately learn, that's wholly illegal. For those of you new to the league, the Mac and Jack linebacker are assigned their names by which side of the line the tight end lines up on. In fact, this was educational for us, as we didn't know what created a Mac or Jack linebacker.

Hooray! We do get the replay of Graziani's shoulder separation! Three times! Whee! Violence!

5:02. Pauley alligator-arms a touchdown pass that he should've pinned against the wall. The walls that, our announcing team reminds us, are live.

3:38, and Philadelphia kicks a 24-yard field goal. Joe notes that Todd France (Frantz? Which one is it?) is as ripped as Graziani. That's a little gay, Joe. 7-3, Orlando.

Tolliver fumbles on the kickoff - too many moves! - and Philly recovers for a touchdown! Show the Soul dancers! Joe recovers from his admiration of a kicker's physique by suggesting that he would like to take the cheerleading squad out for a pleasant seafood dinner. 10-7, Philadelphia.

Josh notes that the late Randy Walker would like the Soul, as they win every game where they have a positive turnover ratio. That was his pet stat, for those of you interested in that sort of thing.

2:27 remaining in the first, and T.T. Tolliver doesn't get another chance to return, as the kick is off the slot and into the stands.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Orlando Predators have the longest current streak of making the playoffs in all of professional sports, tied with the Detroit Red Wings. Mind you, only 5 teams MISS the playoffs, but why quibble.

1:24, and we get a flag on the play after a long run off a screen. Facemask and offensive holding, the penalties offset, and we'll just do it again. Josh notes that 2nd and 1 is a Hail Mary down. Not this time, though, as Johnson gets popped the instant he catches the ball. First down, Orlando.

Phew. We're through the first quarter. Success.

14:53 Touchdown, Orlando! Stafford hasn't missed on a pass attempt yet. The pass is caught off the bobble, as Dudley pins the ball against the wall. Cerebral. That's staying with the play. 14-10, Orlando. It's a shootout!

Whee! We get clips of Jay Gruden in Zubas-designed uniforms! It distracts from the slurping that the announcers give him. We think that he motivates his team by saying "If you win this game, I'll put in a good word with my fancypants brother. Perhaps you've heard of him, he is a coach in the National. Football... Oh, you know... nah you probably wouldn't be interested..."

13:20 remains in the 2nd, and Graziani has a ton of time in the pocket and uses it to throw an absolute laser to the corner of the end zone. Nobody's back there.

11:48, and Pauley catches a little screen, zigs and zags into what looks like space, but gets upended.

10:54 The lack of instant replay screws Philly, as Pauley follows that play up with a neat little dip after the catch. The defender tried to nail him into the boards, Pauley ducked the hit, and scooted into the end zone, but they called him down by contact into the boards at the 4.

Another couple misfires, including one nice pass break up by Orlando. Graziani pleads for a flag, and it's picked up by the mikes - that's the best part of this whole AFL thing. Seriously. Bubble screen to Pauley, Touchdown! Maybe they'll let him put the 9 back on the rear of his jersey. Attention, Uni Watch: the numbers are falling off of the jerseys again. Right now, Pauley is #19 from the front, and #1 from the back. Go ahead, make your sophomoric jokes.

We are left speechless by the mentally unbalanced fan who Pauley delivers the ball to in the stands. He completely loses his mind, and does the following: dances with the ball, listens to it, as if he can hear the ocean, violently lifts the ball above his head and below his waist no less than 35 times, and terrorizes small children.

While I write this, Stafford throws two balls into New Jersey. He's had days in the pocket, but is forced to throw the ball thirteen rows deep.

Special booth guest Ron Jaworski lets us know that he watches a lot of tape. Really, Jaws? Why have you never told us about the amount of tape you watch before? I would've expected you to mention that if you were so proud of it.

I was so busy wielding my sarcasm that I almost missed the 4 and 10 desperation heave caught by a writhing, twisting Fryzell, that really fell incomplete, but I guess they gave him points for degree of difficulty. 1st and 10 at the something.

Fryzel looks like the goofy soldier in Stripes, notes Joe, and proceeds to quote three scenes. Which makes us miss a pass interference call, a play on which there is a second foul for using the umpire to pick the defensive player. That's a warning. And that's an excellent penalty to call.

"You can't tuck in your shirt on the air, Jaws?" and "He doesn't wear ties?" are vying for the title of "Most Curmudgeonly Comment from 4 20-somethings."

Orlando has to settle for a field goal, which Stafford does yeoman's work, pulling down an unpleasant snap. 2:40 remains in the half, and we have a 17-17 tie.

We get a Primary Gruden sighting, and nothing else of interest happens on the kickoff. Except for the doofus with a foam cheeseteak on his head.

We have to pause the scouting report on Tony Graziani, so I may transcribe it, verbatim:

• Philadelphia QB
• Has all the throws
• Lightening release
• Swagger

I've become so much dumber for reading that. We're trying to figure out what would constitute a "lightening" release. We think that his release may have been too heavy. That's unhelpful. Equally unhelpful is the commentary, as Graziani "can release the ball when he wants to," as opposed to being unable to release the ball. He's always clutching that ball, that poor guy who's the opposite of Tony Graziani.

1:00 warning. Josh says "It's never too late for clock management," everyone gives him shit, and he says he has "lightening diction." We're geniuses.

Trust us, you haven't missed anything while we've been debating semantics.

45.8 seconds left. Pauley can't get under the pass from Graziani as the defender gets away with just enough contact to slow him down.

4th and 3 - Graziani overthrows Sean Scott, and we get another "Stop Running Into the Umpire" penalty and a holding call. Both are declined, turnover on downs. Orlando takes over with 39.8 seconds remaining. Graziani has overthrown a lot of receivers - I wouldn't expect those sort of adrenaline-fueled mistakes from a veteran. Shows you how much I know.

Northwestern product Dwayne Missouri stops the ludicrously delayed handoff in the backfield, which stops the clock with 25.2 seconds left. Stafford eludes four or five defenders, but gets past the line of scrimmage to keep the clock moving. 11.4 remains in the first half.

Once again: I love that they're all miked. Stafford complains about T.T. Tolliver being held, and somebody walks up, just goes "I'll smack the shit out of him," and ESPN's a little slow on the dump button. God bless you, dump button guy. Also, Shane Stafford has the thickest Cajun accent I have ever heard.

Orlando settles for a field goal, bringing the clock down under 10 seconds, and making the score 20-17, Orlando.

Oh, that's a tactical error - the kickoff goes out of bounds, and Philadelphia will take over at the 20 with no time off the clock. Other Gruden sounds like your dad: "[Kicker], I'm just disappointed, man. We need you."

Todd France lines up for a 38-yard attempts, and splits it down the middle. 20-20, and we've made it to the half.

HALFTIME STRATEGY DISCUSSION

Joe: I think that if Philly wants to win, they should score more touchdowns than Orlando.
Tom: [Silence, typing]

/HALFTIME STRATEGY DISCUSSION

And we're back. T.T. Tolliver dances, gets nowhere. This hasn't seemed like a defensive struggle, but both defenses are capitalizing on the playoff jitters of the QBs.

Stafford once again buys just enough time to get the ball to Fryzel, and Fryzel gets tagged again. One of Philly's defensive linemen has been really wreaking havoc. That's the third or fourth ball batted down at the line.

Moten, apparently, is "playing choo-choo train" by committing pass interference. That's quite the turn of phrase, there, mostly-anonymous announcer guy.

11:06, 3rd and something, apparent touchdown, Orlando. Johnson is mid way through his celebration (mounting the boards and rowing with the ball), by the time the ref is able to announce the offensive holding, negating the touchdown. Stafford is immediately sacked, and Orlando settles for another field goal. Remember what I said about this being a shootout? I totally lied. 23-20, Orlando.

9:39 remains in the 3rd, the kickoff is returned to the 9, and we're treated to a Brett Muncie Is Fired Up Montage. Mostly, he seems to pick a word, and he repeats it with increasing volume. As you do. Except for the time that he is exTREMEly cranky about Orlando repeatedly rushing the Jack linebacker. Which we now know more about than we did before this game started.

7:50. Graziani almost brains the side judge with a somewhat errant pass. That made my evening. In his defense, the ref was wide open. Graziani pulls Orlando offsides again with the hard count. (WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH, HERE IN THE REFERENCE SECTION?)

6:33. Touchdown, Graziani to McKelvey, who's been strangely quiet this game. He's a jumper, and that's something you have to exploit, if you're Philadelphia. 27-23, Philly.

As France tees it up, we get the seventeenth reference to the fact that Muncie and Other Gruden are best of friends. We mentioned this in a live-blog I'll link to eventually.

5:16 left in the 3rd. Hey, it's Captain Soul and Moxie - hi, guys. Special Guest Shouter Mike would like the foam Blues Brother head that someone's sporting. Center Gigantor Cleveland of Orlando needs to have his finger put back in place by the trainer. We're treated to hypothetical narration from the announcers: "Hold on, big fella, I'm going to do my business." So, he has to sit out a play, and the backup center has no idea what the snap count is, and the motion WR makes it three quarters of the way to the New Jersey Turnpike before he snaps the ball. Cleveland comes back in, and we learn that he was shot in the chest twice, and was playing two weeks later. We are stunned, and I force the gang to pause TiVo so I can chronicle all this.

Again, he was shot. Twice. In the chest.

4:46, 3rd and 7. Stafford underthrows Ron Johnson pretty significantly. They're going for it. Stafford is sacked and swears up a storm. Philadelphia turns the ball over at the 18.

Ideal coverage by Shell on the crossing route from Graziani, batting the ball down. If Polley catches that one, that could be the evening.

2:41. Perhaps I spoke too soon. Same play, and this time Polley is wide open. 34-23, Philadelphia. Polley gives the ball to a reasonably attractive woman in the stands. Somebody suggests it's his wife, but I'd expect his wife to have better seats than that.

Tony Graziani takes a moment at the end of this interview to make a long-distance dedication, Casey Kasem-style. This one goes out to all the goldfish out by the Azores...

1:26 left in the 3rd. After going 5 for his first 5, Stafford's been brutal since. He's putting the ball on people, but his receivers aren't getting free, and he's had to throw the ball away a lot.

2nd and 11, penalty flag - Dwayne Missouri is offsides, unabated to the quarterback. That's okay, Dwayne. They'll all work for you someday. (Josh suggests that Missouri can run the Evanston-based af3 team.)

Top of the 4th Quarter: the announcers just obliquely made fun of Jay and Jon Gruden's mom. Jay is going to kill them with his mind.

Stafford's receivers are still having the damndest time catching the ball. Particularly egregious is the tip into the air in the end zone. The ball caroms off the crossbar, and fortunately the four Soul players in the area are caught flat-footed.

12:35. Stafford buys a ton of time, and finds Ron Johnson wiiiiide open in the end zone. An extremely late flag signifies... offensive pass interference? Wow, late AND iffy. that'll push them back, and Orlando settles for another field goal. 34-26, Philly.

12:09. Graphic: 11 penalties on Orlando, taking 3 touchdowns and 1 interception away.

Joe : "You know that look Gruden has when he knows he's fucked?"
TC: "Yeah..." [Typing]
Joe: "He's had that for about 15 real-time minutes.

Gruden looks like he's doing the pee-pee dance during his interview with the booth, he's so irritated. Apparently his OL is more banged up than they're showing. His center has a dislocated thumb, one of the tackles has a hamstring (something), and there's something else wrong. If that's true, Stafford's a magician back there to have any time at all.

9:44. Touchdown, Philadelphia! Graziani once again stays alive for the maximum amount of time he is able, steps up, and puts it right where James can lay out for it. 41-26 Philadelphia.

Joe has a great deal of difficulty fast-forwarding through the commercials again. Mike's of the opinion that it would've been quicker just to watch the commercials.

8:48. T.T. Tolliver is writhing on the ground; he comes up gimpy, and that's more bad news for Orlando, and they can't afford much more.

7:45 left in the 4th. Johnson makes the reception in stride, breaks a tackle and almost gets around another on third down. Orlando working on the short half of the field now.

Nyenhuis is the lineman that's been tipping those balls at the line, if you're curious.

Ball off the net, but nobody's there.

Another tipped ball, and Fryzell is claiming he pinned it against the corner of the boards, but if I may speak frankly to Fryzell right now: you sir, are full of bull doody.

4:24. Interception, Philadelphia and - to borrow a Simmons Meme - there's the Other Gruden Face. He's thinking about how he'll have to live in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer.

We also just got treated to a recap of last year's playoffs where Philly knocked off Orlando, and apparently, Graziani had the majority of the flesh torn off his chin. Gross. Thanks, ESPN; I'm never going to be able to eat my Chinese food (delivered at the halftime we TiVoed through) now. Dammit.

3:28 left in the game. Oh - I get it! The Blues Brothers guys are Soul Men! Like the song! I apparently am the only one in the room who took that long to figure it out. Josh wants the foam heads to be based on "Jaws' visage." Mike asks who he's talking about, and Joe says "Not the Bond villain. With the mandibles?" Silence ensues, broken by, "Come on! How often do I get to say 'mandibles'?" Meanwhile, Philly fumbles inside the 10 - we're going the other direction.

1:23 remains, Orlando down 2 scores. Stafford deep for Fryzell, who makes a valiant effort, but can't pull it in one-handed, and that'll bring us to the 1:00 warning. By the way, Fryzell's really going to end up the unsung hero of this one.

Well, we hit the end of the TiVo, and skipped 4 minutes. Included in that 4 minutes apparently was... some variety of turnover. On downs. Maybe.

Anyway, Philly has the ball, they just have to get positive yards, and, we'll call it a day.

Final score: 41-26, Philadelphia. Those penalties completely broke the back of Orlando. Philly moves on, and didn't look like a complete team, but got the job done. However, they run in to Dallas or Georgia next week, and if they played like they did this week, it's going to be wildly insufficient.

It's 9:30, we're going to get drunk and play Guitar Hero. Look for your analysis in the morning afternoon. I'm not getting up that early.