Okay so I was kidding when I recently posted a blog saying that the NFL season should be cancelled as the lock-out dragged on this past summer. (I kid more than I should, by the way). I like to watch--sometimes. But last night I saw a game that made me want to tune it out the rest of the season.
The Redskins choked away yet another game to the Cowboys--must be about a million losses to that team in Dallas I've been passsionately rooting against since the age of six. I know you probably haven't been paying close attention, but the Redskins have been, arguably, the worst-run NFL franchise for the past 20 years. They won the Super Bowl in 1992. But since then it's been one disaster after another after another. Pure agony and never any ecstasy. I wish I didn't care but it means way too much to me.
After that glorious Super Bowl win, the third under Coach Joe Gibbs, he coached one more mediocre season and then retired. I could list about ten coaches, 25 overpaid free agents, and 45 bad draft picks the team has made since then. The pain of watching the one team on Earth I really care about implode has been, actually, so sad that it's been nice tuning them out for the most part.
But then I got sucked in last night. With Rex Grossman predicting, with major moxie and seeming delusions, that the Skins would win the NFC East this season--I have no idea where he got that idea--and the squad starting with two wins in its first two games, I got hopeful again. It has always been a bad idea to get hopeful about the Skins these past 20 years. They are the anti-hopefuls. They are to be dreaded. They are the biggest losers of the 21st Century.
I got my hopes up that the Skins last night would beat the Cowboys and take a commanding lead in the NFC East, as Grossman predicted. But he made one of his gross plays late in the game by fumbling. I can't say I was surprised. Bad things and the Redskins are the same things, equidistant, parallel, and interchangeable.
There is no hope anymore this season for this team. Pessimism about them is what protects me from the deep pain I feel when I start to care about them again. They cut into my emotions like a butcher knife if I let them. But I refuse to let them ever again. As far as I'm concerned, the NFL season is officially over. I wish it never began.