I think we can all agree on one thing in this incredibly divisive Presidential election cycle.
It’s time to make the Redskins great again!
And it’s going to happen…believe me. It’s going to be huuuuge. We’re going to win so much, you’ll get sick of winning.
I know many Redskins fans bemoaned the fact that we didn’t build a wall in this year’s NFL draft. The center of our dreams was tantalizingly within reach. Many of us wanted the B&G to take big ugly
Yes. I liked that.
The 2015 Redskins season was a gift from the Gods. In 2012, Redskins fans dreamt they’d finally hit pay dirt and found a franchise QB after decades of hapless floundering under center. If that weren’t enough to bring joy to the miserable masses, the Skins had lucked into a 6th round RB gem in Alfred Morris.
If you’d tried to tell any of us what would transpire after that magical 2012 season, we literally would’ve thought you were crazy, hopped up
I’ve noted a strange adaptive strategy employed by war-torn and battle-scarred Redskins fans for most of the past 20 years. ‘Whistling Past the Graveyard’. Belief is a risky proposition for NFL fans, particularly fans of one of the most volatile, topsy-turvy franchises ever, one that’s had a parade of head coaches, coordinators, front office staff, and supposed saviors that rivals Kevin Bacon connections.
With belief comes possibility. Occasionally, fans who’ve closed their eyes,
The Colonel: ’All that hate’s gonna burn you up kid.’
Robert: ‘Keeps me warm.’
I’m not Russian.
I don’t speak Russian.
I don’t know any Russians. Hell – I don’t even particularly care for vodka.
World War 3 is not here, but you wouldn’t know it talking to Washington Redskins fans, locked in mortal combat, even on the heels of an improbable ‘greatest comeback in franchise history’ win.
You all know what
Last night, as the latest Redskins-related organizational firestorm raged on the Twittersphere, some stark contrasts between the modern media world, and the calmer, more dignified world of my youth were on my mind.
Don’t get me wrong. Upon hearing the latest on the burgeoning scandal quickly christened ‘BJgate’, I made my share of snarky, inappropriate comments. I am an American male after all. If you lob me a pitch, I’m going to swing. So yeah, the current Redskins embarrassment