Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, who told you that you were supposed to be talking?

I understand if the reporters come to your locker and booby-trap some questions in an attempt to provoke some headline-worthy quotes. So far, you’ve done an excellent job of being respectful, saying the right things, and staying on the good side of the media. To be fair, we’re in the loveless twilight years of our relationship with Dunavin, and you’re the young trophy QB: a little cuter, a little trimmer, and utterly devoid of baggage. Of course we all want to buy you things and take you on weekend getaways — you’re just the fresh start we’ve been looking for.

Some quick advice: enjoy the lovefest while it lasts, and be at least 18 percent more careful with your words around the reporters.

That is, we know you’re supposed to say that you’re ready and willing to play if given the chance. That’s chill. You’re supposed to say that, even if it hurts Dunavin’s feelings.

But we’re going to need you to SHUT THE F*CK UP about growing up in Texas as a Cowboys fan. Take that shiznit to Shushytown, cause we don’t need to hear any more of it. We’d hate to accuse you of being less than 100 percent devoted to the program here, and trust me when I tell you that this nonsense definitely won’t work the first time you throw three picks in a division game. 

I’m not saying that you need to cut all ties with the state of Texas (though it wouldn’t hurt), but you definitely need to make it extremely clear that the Cowboys are your mortal enemy and you will proudly donate portions of your game checks to support anti-cock-a-roach genocides in the greater Delaware Valley area.  At the very least, you could burn some Cowboys gear in effigy. 

(Nothing burns like an effigy.)

Link:
Kolb ready to play if needed [Phillyburbs.com]