"A classic Donovan-does-his-thing play," Martin said. "Don't blame the defensive backs on a play like that. They've got to respect his legs, and when he runs up near the line, they've got to decide whether to stay in coverage or go get him."
When it was over, McNabb (26 of 40 for 262 yards and two touchdowns, with one interception) did what he always does after a game. He dressed in a suit (black, with a white shirt and black tie), deflected all praise directed his way (he's maddeningly modest) and accommodated every last minicam (he leads the league in politeness). There was one added attraction, however: This was his hometown. "I couldn't have imagined a more perfect day," McNabb said. "Beautiful weather. A playoff win. My hometown."
His 18 points—he also rushed for a touchdown—beat Jordan's output (16) across town. You can't compare McNabb with Jordan at the same age, except in this: The way the kid is playing, no one knows how to defend against him.