I felt like Jeff Spicoli in biology class when I saw this decomposing bald eagle on the north end of Woody Island yesterday. As long as I've lived in Alaska I've never stumbled upon a dead eagle before. Since I'm all crackered up I couldn't take any feathers or nibble at it for some quick protein. I don't think being a minister for the First Nation Church qualifies. But if so I'm paddling back with a FexEx box for it and mailing it to Donavon McNabb a few days prior Week Nine with the return address written simply as "12". SUCK IT, REID! GO SEAHAWKS!
