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Being a Redskin fan is a lot like being with the right woman; or sometimes, the wrong one. They're definitely not a one-night stand though. Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it's not. But the Skins are one of those women you keep, for better or worse, richer or poorer, and in the morning....with no makeup.
Let's break it down, Dr. Phil style.
First of all, the Redskins have brought me more utter joy, more pure ecstacy, more sheer unadulterated happiness than any other sports team possibly could. 70-chip, the 35-point second quarter, Mark Rypien's magical season, 14-13.
Likewise, there's a woman I once had in my life who brought me more ADULT-RATED happiness than any other woman possibly could. Unfortunately, since this is a family board, I can't provide examples.
But just like that woman, there have been plenty of times when the Skins let me down. Spurrier, Turner, Shuler, Deion, Haynesworth, (God help me) Gibbs II. Each of them left me in the typically-female position of asking, "Really? That's it? That's all?"
The Redskins have given me three beautiful, gleaming Lombardi trophies (There's a gleam, men! A GLEAM!); the greatest joy you can know as a football fan. That woman gave me the two most beautiful daughters I ever could have asked for; the greatest joy you can know as a human being.
There have been times, like any relationship, that I wanted to leave the Redskins. I threatened that I "wasn't going to watch next week's game." (In retrospect, that's kind of a feminine position to take too. Like I was gonna "withhold" my fandom. But like any good woman should, I gave in, and enjoyed a good, hard makeup game.)
There have been times too, that the Redskins probably wanted to leave me. As I've -- regretfully -- yelled at a woman who was trying her best, I've -- regretfully -- booed players on my own team who were doing the same.
Like any good relationship, the Redskins and I have experienced the full gamut of emotions together. We've fed off of each other at times (usually on 3rd down) and both been at our best. We've pulled together to overcome the loss of a family member. We celebrate our past together, and look forward to an even brighter future in the years to come.
The Redskins are my girl. They're not perfect. Some of 'em get PMS. They expect me to cook my own dinner. They don't like it when I'm watching football on TV on a Sunday afternoon, instead of spending time with them.
But just like that birthmark on the love of your life that no one else gets to see, there's something special about this team, this fanbase, that those on the outside will never understand. This team is mine, and unlike the woman I've described, it will be forever. I'm OK with both of those things.
When I wear a Redskins logo, it's not a fashion statement. It's a statement of commitment. Of dedication. Of love. I always make sure to wear Skins gear after a loss. Anyone can wear it after a win. (Just like anyone can wear their wedding ring when things are going well at home.)
I love this team, and I always will. And like the next woman who comes into my life, I hope, this year, they deserve me.
The end.
Let's break it down, Dr. Phil style.
First of all, the Redskins have brought me more utter joy, more pure ecstacy, more sheer unadulterated happiness than any other sports team possibly could. 70-chip, the 35-point second quarter, Mark Rypien's magical season, 14-13.
Likewise, there's a woman I once had in my life who brought me more ADULT-RATED happiness than any other woman possibly could. Unfortunately, since this is a family board, I can't provide examples.
But just like that woman, there have been plenty of times when the Skins let me down. Spurrier, Turner, Shuler, Deion, Haynesworth, (God help me) Gibbs II. Each of them left me in the typically-female position of asking, "Really? That's it? That's all?"
The Redskins have given me three beautiful, gleaming Lombardi trophies (There's a gleam, men! A GLEAM!); the greatest joy you can know as a football fan. That woman gave me the two most beautiful daughters I ever could have asked for; the greatest joy you can know as a human being.
There have been times, like any relationship, that I wanted to leave the Redskins. I threatened that I "wasn't going to watch next week's game." (In retrospect, that's kind of a feminine position to take too. Like I was gonna "withhold" my fandom. But like any good woman should, I gave in, and enjoyed a good, hard makeup game.)
There have been times too, that the Redskins probably wanted to leave me. As I've -- regretfully -- yelled at a woman who was trying her best, I've -- regretfully -- booed players on my own team who were doing the same.
Like any good relationship, the Redskins and I have experienced the full gamut of emotions together. We've fed off of each other at times (usually on 3rd down) and both been at our best. We've pulled together to overcome the loss of a family member. We celebrate our past together, and look forward to an even brighter future in the years to come.
The Redskins are my girl. They're not perfect. Some of 'em get PMS. They expect me to cook my own dinner. They don't like it when I'm watching football on TV on a Sunday afternoon, instead of spending time with them.
But just like that birthmark on the love of your life that no one else gets to see, there's something special about this team, this fanbase, that those on the outside will never understand. This team is mine, and unlike the woman I've described, it will be forever. I'm OK with both of those things.
When I wear a Redskins logo, it's not a fashion statement. It's a statement of commitment. Of dedication. Of love. I always make sure to wear Skins gear after a loss. Anyone can wear it after a win. (Just like anyone can wear their wedding ring when things are going well at home.)
I love this team, and I always will. And like the next woman who comes into my life, I hope, this year, they deserve me.
The end.
