Whatever that meant.

1. There are no Hiltons or Hyatts or Holidayinns on the roster, but there is Denero Marriott, a rookie wideout.

2. Drew Wahlroos, a linebacker who is lighter than a wahlroos, is trying to make the club.

3. A wideout named Scooter Monroe is trying for a spot, but there is no Biff or Beanie in camp.

As I was preparing to interview Brian Dawkins after the morning practice, Dawkins' son, Brian Jr., came by to take happy birthday wishes. Brian turned 7 on Saturday.

I had nothing to give him, so I asked him if he wanted to try on my yellow hat with the fox on the front. I wear a size 8, so I figured this would provide some comic relief. Brian tried it on. The hat went over his ears, over his eyes, and simply enveloped his entire noggin.

He doffed the hat, which I've been sweating in for two weeks. He smelled it. "Mmmm!" he said. "This hat smells so good!"

Well, Brian, all I can say for sure is that you'll enjoy the nightmarish scents of the football helmet when you start to play your dad's game.

Tight end L.J. Smith. Now, head coach Andy Reid told me before practice how good he thought Smith was playing early in camp, and so I looked for the Rutgers' second-rounder as soon as I got on the field. Reid was right. He worked extra Saturday morning with the first unit because Chad Lewis, the starter, was out with a minor injury.

The first pass I saw was Tim Hasselbeck throwing a quick out to Smith, and Smith had to fade back to make the catch, and he shot his right hand up and caught the ball one-handed and brought it into his midsection. He didn't drop one. Seems like he's making some beautiful music with Donovan McNabb too.

"He's telling me I'm doing a good job," Jones told me after the afternoon special-teams work. Stating the obvious. Jones, however, did tweak his hamstring this afternoon. Said it wasn't serious. While we spoke -- no more than seven or 10 minutes -- he downed 16 ounces of Gatorade and 16 ounces of water, just for some hydration insurance for the hammy.

1. I think the Eagles might have gotten a draft gem in their third round with wideout Billy McMullen, a 6-foot-4, 210-pounder from Virginia who just looks like a receiver. Built well, sturdy and fast. He hasn't missed a catchable ball yet in a week of camp. Seems like everyone else's loss in the NFL that this guy went 95th overall.

2. I think, speaking of receivers, that Freddy Mitchell looks light years better than the kid who struggled through all of camp a year ago. The Eagles don't have great receivers, but they may have four good ones -- James Thrash, Todd Pinkston (with the skinniest legs in NFL history), Mitchell and McMullen.

3. I think middle linebacker Mark Simoneau, counted on to turn the middle of the Eagles' defense from plodding to speedy this year, looked like Walter Brennan walking off the field Saturday. "I'm sore," he said. "We've had a lot of two-a-days in a row." But I'm told Simoneau is getting the mental side of things, and the Eagles are pleased with his sideline-to-sideline play.

4. I think the best chant that came out of the crowd Saturday was: "Tam-pa sucks! Tam-pa sucks!"

5. I think the best sign for the Eagles faithful, particularly with the dumbest holdout in recent history (Duce Staley is holding out with a year left on his contract at $2.3 million, and he probably wouldn't win the running back job anyway, and who else would pay him $2.3 million this year?) is how good Correll Buckhalter looked, coming off 2002 knee surgery. Buckhalter ran with power and authority, and he turned the corner once with speed.

I take my annual trip to the finest eatery in Bethlehem and one of the best lunch places I know of, Deja Brew, in the center of Bethlehem. It didn't disappoint. Soup: Cream of broccoli. Usually, cream of anything is too lumpy and fat for me. But this cream was a lighter consistency, and the broccoli actually fresh. I don't remember ever having a better cup of cream of broccoli. Grade: A. Sandwich: The Greyhound, named after the nearby Moravian College sports teams. Rye toast, turkey breast, mayonnaise, American cheese, tomato. Tasty, and very nice, but the toast was barely crisp. Nitpicky. Grade: B-plus. Drink: Nantucket Nectar Apple Juice. Can't go wrong there. Pressed apples, very cold, on a hot day? Grade: A. Dessert: Homemade chocolate chip cookies. The real things, not one of these phony store-bought "homemade" varieties. Grade: A. Overall grade: Friday was the Anna Kournikova of lunches, as I said. This was the Natalie Portman. Grade: A.

Cool event during warm-down after the morning practice. Three Pro Bowls DBs -- Troy Vincent, Brian Dawkins and Bobby Taylor -- got down in their cornerback crouch, like they were lining up across from a receiver, ready to cover. Secondary coach Steve Spagnola got in front of them and timed them: 15 seconds locked in their stances, 15 seconds bouncing on the balls of their feet, 15 seconds stationary, 15 seconds bouncing. Someone wondered what in the world this was.

"Getting better, you know?" Dawkins said, struggling through it. They broke for a minute, then did it again, and, if the horn hadn't blown for everyone to meet at midfield, they'd have done a third round of it.

"Y'all are lucky!" Vincent said to his mates. "You only had to do two!"

"It works the quads, hams and calfs," Dawkins said later. "If that's the way you line up all day, and you can strengthen the muscles you need to line up like that for three hours, you can be better-prepared in the fourth quarter. You won't get tired. Plus, I really think it helps us on our explosion coming out of our stance."

Looks pretty darn strange, though.

Check back soon for more of Peter King's Postcards from Camp.