By guest blogger, John Werley
The following is an email originally intended for Washington Redskins Quarterback Donovan McNabb. However, as it turns out, the “I” and “O” keys are awfully close and the sender didn’t double check the email address before hitting “Send.” “Donivan” McNabb happens to be a friend of a friend of a guy who works in our IT Department. This email was eventually passed along to us. Enjoy.
DATE: October 4, 2010 2:35 PM
FROM: LadyLibertyBell@philly.com
SUBJECT: FW: Sunday Afternoon
Dear Donovan, It was great seeing you on Sunday!
Oh hell, I’m not going to lie.
I tried to be classy, but it was a little awkward running in to you at our old stomping grounds. We have so many memories there. I guess it’s never easy running in to your “ex” when they’re with someone new, is it? It’s always awkward conversation and disingenuous smiles. Everyone trying to look their best and strut their stuff, hoping to make the other person jealous.
I think we both knew this day was inevitable. Me hanging out with fresh young studs; you all cozied up with someone new. I know that I gave your new relationship the “OK” – even though I wish you had chosen someone else. I pegged you for someone with better taste. But hey, I broke up with you. It’s the least I could do. “It’s not you, it’s me,” right?
I admit it. I wanted to go younger; I thought your best years were behind you. I didn’t think you could give me what I needed. Plus, you were getting expensive. Still, it doesn’t make it any easier to see you wearing someone else’s clothes or seeing you hanging out and sharing secrets with a new set of friends. But I do have to admit you still looked pretty good, even if I was reminded of all the reasons we broke up.
Look, I know way back in 1999 our relationship started out on the wrong foot. I was drinking a lot back then and I was interested in this Rastafarian dude named Ricky. What can I say — his dreadlocks and powerful thighs captivated me. And man, could he fill out a wedding dress.
Sigh.
But I digress. I know I didn’t make a great first impression on you. In fact, you may have gotten the sense I didn’t like you at all. I think that first night in New York it was pretty obvious I had my heart set on Ricky, and I don’t know if you ever got over it.
But over the years, you and I worked on our relationship. I didn’t give you a ton to work with at first. It must have felt like spitting into the wind trying to get things done around here. I was constantly looking over your shoulder. But you didn’t complain. You just worked hard at it and smiled. I know I said some things that hurt – some of them justified, some not. And I know I may be a little rough around the edges. But that’s part of my charm. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I show love through my passion and frustration. I expect the best out of people because that’s what I give to them in return. If you ask my favorite son Rocky, he’ll tell you I respect one thing above all else – give me maximum effort, no matter the outcome.
But we had good times throughout the years too.
Remember Arizona in ‘02? Jacksonville in ’04? All those February weekends in Hawaii? 4th and 26? Campbell Soup? Over time you won me over and I know you appreciated me no matter how frustrated we got with one another. Of course we had our problems, but you gave me hope when I hadn’t had any for decades. I would never be where I am now if it hadn’t been for you.
Now for the tough part, but I need to get this off my chest.
The thing that I always held against you was that we never went “All the Way.” You know it and I know it. Sure, there are other things in life, but that’s a feeling I’ve wanted for years. Decades. It’s what we all strive for. I know you wanted it too. We were close so many times and I know we were both left frustrated.
I even brought that Diva in to our relationship in ’04 just to appease you. It was something I hadn’t tried before, but sometimes you just have to say “What the heck,” right? We both knew that probably wasn’t going to end well, but we had to try. People do crazy things to make it all work. Such great hands on that one, even if he didn’t know when to shut up. We should have known he wouldn’t make a difference the second we found him doing sit-ups in the driveway.
The crazy thing is that just before we went our separate ways, the neighbor from across the street took me to the “Promised Land.” I didn’t really expect it, but it was wonderful in its own way. Yes, he’s a little different. He plays by his own rules. He carries a big stick, as they say. That day was everything I had hoped it would be after such a long draught. Fireworks. The whole shebang.
But you want to know a dirty little secret?
I always wanted it to be you. And while you gave it your all, when that climactic moment arrived you got a little queasy and came up short. But there’s something that I will always appreciate about you in retrospect: maximum effort. Rocky would be proud. You always put in the work. You bled for me. You brought me joy in so many ways — just not in the one way I needed most.
Donovan, we had some great times together, even if things didn’t work out in the long run. You’ll forever be a part of my history and will always have a special place in my heart. I might even say you’re the best I’ve ever had. But I think we both know that this breakup was the best thing for the two of us. Things had just gotten stagnant. You need to find your own way now and I need to move on. I hope your new beau treats you right and gives you a second lease on life. As for me, I’m going to stick with the young guns for the time being, see how things work out. Play the field.
I know you got the final dig in when I saw you on Sunday. There’s always going to be emotion when you share so much history. But I have a pretty good feeling about my future and where I’m headed. I’m as strong, tough, confident and passionate as they come. I birthed a Nation, didn’t I? And don’t worry — I’m sure we’ll be running in to each other here and there throughout the years. Whether we can be friends or not remains to be seen. Just be prepared for me to get the best of you the next time I see you.
All the best,
“Philly”











