Tonight’s edition of Monday Night Football is over. New York Giants 45 – Washington Redskins 12. There’s an odor waffling out of FedEx Field tonight. It’s the stench of defeat encased in abject futility. Tonight the Redskins stunk in all phases of the game. I would say the Giants excelled in all phases, but how can you evaluate them when their opponent played with no apparent inspiration whatsoever?
I’m a loyal Redskins’ fan. I always will be. I watched tonight’s game in its entirety looking for signs of life. I saw a few: Quinton Ganther, Marcus Mason, and Fred Davis. Great game guys, great game indeed.
The Cowboys are next. I’ll put my tickets up on Stub Hub tomorrow. I can’t make it to the game. If I could, I would definitely go. That’s right – I never give up on the Skins. Besides, I hate Dallas. I hope everyone in the DC area who hates Dallas shows up to the game. I hope the Redskins themselves show up. They certainly didn’t tonight.
That’s pretty much it. The Redskins are 80 – 94 during the Dan Snyder era. I hear that pains him. It doesn’t pain his wallet, but it reportedly pains his heart. It pains mine too. Of course, tomorrow’s another day. That means I get to focus on the federal deficit as I duke it out with other contributors to the Washington Post’s comment sections. That’s what I do for fun. This is serious business. Seriously. While I’m at it I’ll harass a few Cowboys’ fans. I went to college in Dallas, so I know a few. They’re good friends 6 days a week. On the Lord’s Day, well, Dallas Sucks.
I don’t know whether to cheer for the Skins or beg them to play better. It’s a bit like deciding to go to the doctor or pray for healing – I do both. Please, oh please show up Redskins. Please, oh please block offensive line. Please, oh please whip the Cowpokes. Go Skins!