I don't care, you know.
I don't care about DeAngelo Hall's diarrhetic mouth, Clinton Portis' rubber legs or the vaccuum that is Albert Haynesworth's intellect.
I don't care if Mike Shanahan, Bruce Allen and Donovan McNabb are Sons of Washington or adopted sons passing through.
I don't care if Dan Snyder is sinner or saint.
For reasons that go way back, I do care whether the professional football team known as the Washington Redskins scores more points on a given Sunday than the team the National Football League schedules them to play.
It's a simple formula really:
1. Score more points than the other guy more often than not over the course of sixteen weeks, and chances are they will let you play another game.
2. Score more points than the other guy in that game and lo and behold they let you play again, and...
3. Everyone talks in reverential tones about how awesome, cool and sexy you are.
I vaguely remember the last time my favorite team was awesome and cool and sexy. I was 31 and had a full head of hair. I could still stomach cheep bear. Life was good.
Lots has happened in my life since then; stuff you don't care about and I don't feel like telling.
Know what hasn't happened?
My favorite football team hasn't won. Instead they have become an opponent...
CLICK HERE if your mood ain't exactly sunny
I don't care about DeAngelo Hall's diarrhetic mouth, Clinton Portis' rubber legs or the vaccuum that is Albert Haynesworth's intellect.
I don't care if Mike Shanahan, Bruce Allen and Donovan McNabb are Sons of Washington or adopted sons passing through.
I don't care if Dan Snyder is sinner or saint.
For reasons that go way back, I do care whether the professional football team known as the Washington Redskins scores more points on a given Sunday than the team the National Football League schedules them to play.
It's a simple formula really:
1. Score more points than the other guy more often than not over the course of sixteen weeks, and chances are they will let you play another game.
2. Score more points than the other guy in that game and lo and behold they let you play again, and...
3. Everyone talks in reverential tones about how awesome, cool and sexy you are.
I vaguely remember the last time my favorite team was awesome and cool and sexy. I was 31 and had a full head of hair. I could still stomach cheep bear. Life was good.
Lots has happened in my life since then; stuff you don't care about and I don't feel like telling.
Know what hasn't happened?
My favorite football team hasn't won. Instead they have become an opponent...
CLICK HERE if your mood ain't exactly sunny
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