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


So, who’s ready for a sequel to a surprise hit comedy that will almost surely fail to reach the genius of its predecessor, but be played more commonly on cable than the first installment because it costs less? That’s right, we all know The Hangover 2 is going to be made, and we all know that Mel Gibson is not going to be appearing in it.