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VOL. CXXXVIII No. 84.
PHILADELPHIA SEPTEMBER 11, 1989
It will be another nail-biting season for the defending NFC East Division champions, who will have to play with high emotion. Details by Dr. Z, page 106.
City of Brotherly Love Agog! World Next!
Philadelphia—Randall Cunningham, the elusive quarterback who often shows up where he isn't expected and rarely shows up where he is, attended a routine Eagle minicamp at Veterans Stadium in May, even though coach Buddy Ryan had told him to stay home in Cherry Hill, N.J., and rest up for the season. The Eagles expect big things from Cunningham this year.
Cunningham played catch one-handed with punter John Teltschik before running a passing drill beneath the practice bubble in the parking lot across the street from the stadium. Some of his passes were even caught by the bug-eyed rookies and free agents. "Gotta learn not to blink," one of them muttered on the way back to the huddle after a particularly egregious drop.
Cunningham was the lone Eagle who wore no number. The hopefuls knew who he was. He looked them over from his 6'4" height, the light glinting off the silver wings on his helmet. He scanned their pitifully disguised alignments. He recognized the schemes. He sighed.
"Set! 150! Go!" Receivers scattered like buckshot. Cunningham hummed the rock on the money. "They want us to try to stop this?" said a defender.
"Yeah, but they don't expect us to," said another.
Mike Schmidt retired from the Phillies this spring. Julius Erving is long gone from the 76ers, and Charles Barkley is still developing. Ron Hextall of the Flyers is, well, a bit crazed. Philadelphians have looked around and wondered who can be their champion. What athlete can prove worthy of the city's vaunted venting of its collective spleen? "If he'd cooperate, Randall would own this town," said Howard Eskin, a local radio personality who was pacing the sideline.