Man, you wouldn’t know it’s Dallas week in DC. Where’s the “I hate Dallas” venom? Is this the same town that witnessed the famous Diron Talbert – Roger Staubach war of words? Is this the same set of fans who watched Joe Gibbs lead The Replacements into ‘Big D’ and whip a team with eleven Cowboys’ regulars, or watched the Mark Brunell-to-Santana Moss connection absolutely humiliate the Cowboys’ defense on a Monday night? Even if we’re frustrated with the ‘Skins, surely we can call up some good ole fashioned disgust for Dallas, can’t we?
I don’t like the Cowpokes one bit. I hate their self-indulgent stadium, the sissy blue in their uniforms, that stupid star which implies they think they’re part of a heavenly body, and Jerry Jones’ stupid hair cut. (I made that last one up.) Seriously though, my image of that team is of a bunch of overrated man-purse toting mama’s boys whose favorite place is in front of a full-sized mirror. They probably get manicures in their locker room after each game. There are a couple of exceptions such as Jason Whitten, but during Dallas Week, I don’t cut him any slack either. Not one ounce.
Someone join me in buying a relatively cheap Cowboys’ item and smashing or burning it in public. Unleash an ‘I Hate Dallas’ tsunami on Twitter. Don’t forget to make some ridiculous prediction about a 10-point Redskins’ victory.
Washington 30, Dallas 20. Go Skins!