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I remember fondly the reassuring self-knowledge that, when it came to being a Redskins fan, I was above all else - a homer. No matter how dire the outlook, bleak the prospects for my Redskins, or gut-wrenching the most recent loss, I knew one thing. Somewhere, deep down and buried just out of view, my Redskins were a great team waiting to blossom before my very eyes.
I miss that moniker.
Lately, I've found myself becoming that other guy - you know him well - that skeptical, negative, cynical critic of my own beloved team. I despise that guy, yet of late find him staring forlornly and dejectedly back at me from the bathroom mirror.
Be gone demon! I reject thee! Those are the words I long to say. And yet, today, I cannot deny him.
I pine for the moniker, the proud title....
Homer.
In honor and celebration of that truest of NFL fans, the homer, I will recite weekly (after every glorious win or inglorious defeat), an appropriate passage from THE homer himself, from his great work 'The Iliad'.
Today, I bring you:
'Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!'
The Iliad
Book 4.