The NFC East Meets "The Office"

What do you get when you combine the best show on television with the best division in football? Far-fetched comparisons, for one. The Mottram Bros. have already identified the tremendous likeness between Redskins owner Dan Snyder and Dunder Mifflin boss Michael Scott, but what about the NFC East's four coaches? Who are their kindred spirits in Scranton?

In order of their current standing in the division:


If things don't work out with Andy, Angela could always cozy up -- or whatever hard-asses do together -- with the Giants' Tom Coughlin. I'm sure she could plan one hell of a Super Bowl party, with red streamers, not green, because green is whorish. Obviously.

They're both goofy. They both have adoring fans. They once shared the same hairstyle. And if you don't think Jim Zorn could score with Pam Beesly, well, you're sorely mistaken. Hail to the Redskins, indeed.

Besides kind of looking alike, Wade Phillips and Creed share the same dry sense of humor and propensity for dropping one-liners. Phillips, on the welcome he received from fans during his first practice with the Cowboys: "That's the last time I'll get a standing ovation, I'll tell you that." Creed, who is slightly more creepy than Phillips: "Oh, I steal things all the time. It's just something I do. I stopped caring long ago."

Take this to the bank: Andy Reid and Kevin can both fit more M&M's in their mouths than you.

Peep This

Here's my entry for the Washington Post's 2008 Peeps Diorama Contest. The scene depicts Santana Moss' 42-yard touchdown catch in the final game of the 2007 regular season. Moss beat his would-be defenders deep -- or peep, as it were -- in the fourth quarter to ice the game and the Skins' improbable playoff berth.

Other scenes/ideas I considered:

Portis Peeps -- A montage of Peeps in various CP-inspired costumes. Southeast Peep. Kid Bro Peeps. Peep Gonna Popya. The possibilities are endless.


The Racing Peeps -- Knockoff of the the Nationals' Racing Presidents.

Beep Peep -- Traffic on M St. It's enough to make you want to melt away like a marshmallow on some mornings.