Oh yeah. And **** Dallas!
I'll tell ya something, though. If by some bizarre turn of events the Redskins go hyper-unpredictable again and pull off a win I'll probably have to run to the bathroom first followed by wiping spittle off the tv and laptop screens and the neighbors may call 911 to have me taken away somewhere and sedated.
F*** DALLAS........... while I agree with your score and prediction al I can think of is, damn it.....Makes me seethe at the teeth to think of the Cowboys winning, yet I know it's relatively likely.
well we may see a shutout now. but none of us will be happy with it.
We approach this game, as Samson. Blind, head shaven-ed, and in shackles.
“And Samson called unto the LORD, and said, O Lord of the Football GODS, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O Football God, that I may be at once avenged of the Cowboys for my selfish pleasure.”
“And Samson took hold of the two middle pillars upon which the house stood, and on which it was borne up, of the one with his offense, and of the other with his defense. And Samson said, Let me bury the Cowboys. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the Cowboys, and upon all the people that were therein. So the points which he scored on that day were more than those which he scored all season.”
Want another crack at this?
I have a lot of old rivalry memories......one of my earliest and favorites is of the 1972 Championship game.....in my mind, Charlie Waters has still never hit the ground....
Should be a backup QB Honeymoon game. We can hope. If we win, I might just have to work one of my vacation days next week to rub it in to all my cowpuke fan coworkers.
Yeah?We already took the first one from them when the season was young and everyone was still thinking they were going to the Super Bowl.
I'm not even wasting my time with this one
Jimbo, I hate the Cowboys too, but respect your pick.
Funny story. Back in the late sixties, the hated Cowboys beat my beloved Redskins and the next door neighbor's kid teased me about it (he liked the bums). I got so mad and kicked the front door of his house with every ounce of my abilities. The door had a big crack in the wood and it was ruined. Later that afternoon, my father said I had to work to pay for it.
A week later, he made me do one hour of chores and winked.
Jimbo - great analysis. It was a pleasure to read it. Thanks a bunch.
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