Everyone seems to think that I have some sort of huge problem with the Washington Redskins, that I hope that they’re terrible, that I enjoy their misfortunes. OK, so I laugh ridicuously hard when they suck, but honestly, I know enough people who are Skins fans, that I pull for them even when every fiber in my body screams “THIS IS THE TEAM THAT FOLLOWED UP A SUPER BOWL BY PUTTING THE HANDS OF THE TEAM IN HEATH SHULER, GUS FREROTTE, BRAD JOHNSON, PATRICK RAMSEY, MARK BRUNELL AND JASON CAMPBELL WHILE TRADING AWAY TRENT GREEN.” ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSS.
After Monday night’s 59-28 schlacking at soley the hands of Michael Vick, I have this short column to say to every Skins fan: Monday night was a microcosm of why your franchise deserves every bit of criticism it has received since the first Clinton administration. You followed up overpaying Albert Haynesworth by offering a 34-year-old quarterback $80 million. your best defensive player is the worst top-corner in the league, you’re looking like Betty White out there. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Washington, we have a problem