'Keeps me warm'.
If you're a Washington Commanders fan, it's getting pretty warm up in here
There's a lot to be mad about. As we reach the culmination of the latest regime's collapse, one we've sensed was coming almost from the beginning of this first Snyder-free season, it's natural to wallow in the misery-that-has-been. You see it everywhere, from the media's addiction to mocking the franchise savagely and publicly, asking players 'how they feel?' about soon to be exiled coaches, to fan outcry to fire someone, anyone, everyone.
Well, today they fired some guys. I have nothing against either of the coaches fired today, but will confess I did not shed any tears at the news. In a way, it's more pathetic than cathartic since there's really not a single leader or aspect of this organization that hasn't failed at some significant level during the Rivera/Wright era. I don't know, maybe the receptionists are top notch. Or the landscaping crew. But when it comes to the on-the-field product and the front office, this has been a verified USS (Universal Shit Show). I don't think either of the guys fired today is any more responsible for the stench than anyone else. But scapegoats gonna scape.
If I were a white hip-hop artist launching my career today, with apologies to Mark Wahlberg, I'd call myself Snarky Snark. Because all I can muster at this point is mocking humor directed at the very franchise I claim to live and die for. It's a weird thing, because in rare sentient moments I ask myself 'Now? After all the BS you've navigated, you're gonna be mad and pissed off now?!!!'
I mean, I'm a little late to the party, right?
Firing some coaches is just feeling randy and kicking the family dog because your wife said she's got a headache again. Hell, after 25 years of this bullshit, we've ALL got headaches. It's not going to accomplish anything. If it makes a few fans feel better, well, fire some more people while you're at it because God knows our fans deserve some satisfaction even if it's at the expense of others. I have no real problem with it. Let the healing begin!
I was mad that we lost that game on Sunday. Not because I didn't expect it - because I did. I was mad at that 4th quarter and how much worse it made us look when we spent 3 quarters putting up a pretty good fight. I was mad because it provided indisputable evidence that our coaching is sub-par and clueless and that a lot of our supposed 'talent' isn't ready for primetime and probably never will be. And I was goddamned mad at seeing Sam Howell taking another beating while Mr. 'I can't wait to choke in the playoffs' Dak Prescott chewed on that turkey leg of disrespect.
I was mad because some of our players actually played their asses off and deserve better. Maybe a couple of coaches too. I was mad that some of those guys, the Sam Howells, the Terry Mclaurins, the Curtis Samuels, the Tress Ways, the Brian Robinson Jrs... had to experience humiliation on national tv. Like us, they deserve a lot better.
Hell - I was even mad at Dolly Parton for wearing a Cowboys Cheerleading outfit even though she pulled it off pretty well and I stared at her more than I should have and I don't really know what that says about me? 'We are the champions...' - really? Not lately Dallas - give me a fucking break.
And then I remembered. None of this matters. This is just the last 6 or 7 bouts of diarrhea we have to get through because we didn't listen and drank all that local water (and Tequila) on the Cancun trip. We can see regular bowel movements there on the horizon, just out of reach. This too shall pass (pun intended). Better days are ahead.
I don't know what those days will look like. I don't even know if they'll be better. But they'll be different. A serious attempt at a course correction. And that alone will make being a fan of this team just a little more palateable. Other mad fans are debating - is the current Washington Commanders roster as bereft of talent as the last few weeks seem to indicate? Or is the current regime just so inept they appear to be so? If the former is the case, it could take awhile for our fortunes to change for the better. We could be in for a rebuild that takes years, not months.
I'm okay with that. Let the firings begin and don't stop till you get enough. I'm gonna turn that frown upside down. I'm not gonna let all that hate burn me up. Because as the great one, Donna Summer, once said...
Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh no not I, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
And I've got all my love to give
I will survive