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The NFL is a performance-based league. And really, when it comes to any athletic endeavor, that should be the case. Teams shouldn't be judged on potential, or how good they are on paper, or what they did last year. If you want to do that, just cancel future seasons, and we'll call it good enough.
That's why it's been so frustrating to watch the reports, read the stories, and check the lines leading up to this week's NFC Beast match up between our beloved Washington Redskins and the loathsome Philadelphia Eagles.
We're a dog. We're anywhere from a 1 to 3 point DOG. At home. Against, arguably (and frankly there's NO argument to be made) the most underachieving team in the entire league.
Now, I'm used to the Redskins being a dog. Over the years, we've earned it in most cases. And I've been a Skins fan long enough to know that we're not going to get any love in the national media, even if we win 6 straight Super Bowls.
But this one stings. This one, frankly, pisses me off.
Remember when Dan Snyder ran this club like a fantasy football team? He signed every free agent under the sun. And he ended up with teams of individual players, who never became a team.
We were mocked by the talking heads. We were ridiculed by opposing fans. And there wasn't a damned thing we could say about it, because they were right.
Enter the 2011 Philadelphia Eagles.
Were you like me? Did you hear about every signing they made during the off-season and think to yourself, "I've seen this before. I've seen a team go after every big name under the sun. And I know it doesn't work." Did you hear the pundits "arguing" with you? "This Eagles team is poised to be an absolute juggernaut." Really? REALLY?!?!
How's that worked out for you, Colin Cowherd? You don't even MENTION the Redskins when you talk about our division. (To say nothing for the fact that you're so proud to be "all in" on Romo and the Cowboys.) I told you so, Colin. I friggin' told you so. Speakers can work in reverse as microphones, and it's too damned bad that MINE don't feed into your ear. You might learn a little something.
The Eagles have been GARBAGE through 5 games. And anyone who lived through the Cerrato era here called it in advance. We were right. The pundits were wrong. And yet, here we sit. A dog. In our house. To a team that has averaged 3 turnovers a game.
Mike Vick has NEVER been an NFL QB. He had precisely ONE phenomenal year. That was the anomaly, not the rule. And when he has a sieve of an offensive line in front of him, well, he gets you 15 turnovers in 5 weeks.
Why is this so hard to see? Why is it that NO ONE realizes we have 3 guys who can run the ball down your throat. Why is it that no one gives ANY respect to Rak, or Kerrigan, or Fletcher? Why is it that no one seems to recognize that this Redskin team is finally perfectly constructed to win a division that isn't it's characteristically badass self?
Make no mistake friends. We ARE a dog. A dog with a helluva bite. And one that's going to take a HUGE chunk out of Michael Vick's ass tomorrow afternoon. And I can't think of anything that could be more appropriate.
I hope we're a dog next week too; making life ruff for our opponents, and for the "experts."
Hail all day every day, until my dying breath...and if there is a God, beyond,
HH
That's why it's been so frustrating to watch the reports, read the stories, and check the lines leading up to this week's NFC Beast match up between our beloved Washington Redskins and the loathsome Philadelphia Eagles.
We're a dog. We're anywhere from a 1 to 3 point DOG. At home. Against, arguably (and frankly there's NO argument to be made) the most underachieving team in the entire league.
Now, I'm used to the Redskins being a dog. Over the years, we've earned it in most cases. And I've been a Skins fan long enough to know that we're not going to get any love in the national media, even if we win 6 straight Super Bowls.
But this one stings. This one, frankly, pisses me off.
Remember when Dan Snyder ran this club like a fantasy football team? He signed every free agent under the sun. And he ended up with teams of individual players, who never became a team.
We were mocked by the talking heads. We were ridiculed by opposing fans. And there wasn't a damned thing we could say about it, because they were right.
Enter the 2011 Philadelphia Eagles.
Were you like me? Did you hear about every signing they made during the off-season and think to yourself, "I've seen this before. I've seen a team go after every big name under the sun. And I know it doesn't work." Did you hear the pundits "arguing" with you? "This Eagles team is poised to be an absolute juggernaut." Really? REALLY?!?!
How's that worked out for you, Colin Cowherd? You don't even MENTION the Redskins when you talk about our division. (To say nothing for the fact that you're so proud to be "all in" on Romo and the Cowboys.) I told you so, Colin. I friggin' told you so. Speakers can work in reverse as microphones, and it's too damned bad that MINE don't feed into your ear. You might learn a little something.
The Eagles have been GARBAGE through 5 games. And anyone who lived through the Cerrato era here called it in advance. We were right. The pundits were wrong. And yet, here we sit. A dog. In our house. To a team that has averaged 3 turnovers a game.
Mike Vick has NEVER been an NFL QB. He had precisely ONE phenomenal year. That was the anomaly, not the rule. And when he has a sieve of an offensive line in front of him, well, he gets you 15 turnovers in 5 weeks.
Why is this so hard to see? Why is it that NO ONE realizes we have 3 guys who can run the ball down your throat. Why is it that no one gives ANY respect to Rak, or Kerrigan, or Fletcher? Why is it that no one seems to recognize that this Redskin team is finally perfectly constructed to win a division that isn't it's characteristically badass self?
Make no mistake friends. We ARE a dog. A dog with a helluva bite. And one that's going to take a HUGE chunk out of Michael Vick's ass tomorrow afternoon. And I can't think of anything that could be more appropriate.
I hope we're a dog next week too; making life ruff for our opponents, and for the "experts."
Hail all day every day, until my dying breath...and if there is a God, beyond,
HH