After watching yesterday’s loss, I just felt I needed to sit down and write about the Redskins. I think what happened to Sean Taylor was tragic, but I am not sure it had much to do with yesterday’s loss. The loss looked so much like other losses this year. Two minutes left to go and we have the ball and the lead. We spent the next two minutes trying not to lose, rather than trying to win. The Bills had ten men up at the line of scrimmage and we just plowed into them using up their time outs. All we needed was one first down and the game was ours, but we just plowed into the defensive mass using up their time outs. Well, we tried not to lose and it didn’t work. We lost on a last play field goal. It was disheartening.
The poem below doesn’t spend anytime on yesterday’s game. It just made me feel good to express my thoughts on the past years.
Long Time Redskin Fan
I’m a Redskin fan, that’s my claim and my cross,
I’m elated with a win, and despondent with a loss.
I’m doing better now, and it’s not so confusing,
It’s easier to take when you expect they’ll be losing.
I go back aways, when George Allen said, “Dang,”
“The future is now,” with the over-the-hill gang.
With Sonny and Billy and stomachs galore,
We’d push down the field, and somehow we’d score.
Then came the glory years, with tremendous highs,
With the Hogs, and Joe Gibbs and the Super Bowl prize.
Three times the champs, the battle cry rally
But the high is now gone, we’ve skidded to the valley.
Jack Kent Cooke’s will was really a boner,
It cost us two years just to find an owner.
Confusion reigned supreme, it really was a churner,
We desperately needed to fire Norve Turner.
Marty Schottenheimer was a gem, but no one could see,
We swapped him for the Ball Coach, and floundered at sea.
Spurrier was a disaster and clueless to boot,
He went back to college, where he could golf and recruit.
Then our prayers were answered, Joe Gibbs came back,
Successful at NASCAR, but gave up the track.
Hired high powered assistants to run the show,
While it just hasn’t worked, we still love our Joe.
Somewhere in the transition, we just blew a fuse,
From a team trying to win, to one trying not to lose.
It just hasn’t worked, the numbers are clear,
I’m tired of saying, wait till next year.
But, I will be cheering, I love the team,
My hopes have been lowered, but not my dream.
Stinking TV comments, I don’t give a hoot,
I’ll cheer on my team, with my finger on mute.
Go Skins!