When I'm done throwing up in my mouth, I look forward to previewing the 2010 playoffs.
But as for Washington? I'm done ruining my Sundays watching you. I'm finished wasting time writing about you. I quit.
I've seen my team quit in games, quit in seasons. Endured twenty years of garbage. Suffered the worst owner in pro sports. The inflated hopes of every offseason, the cripplingly pathetic reality which crushes the hope of playoffs by early November.
All along, I knew that if I were able to be objective, I would revile this team. Criminally racist name, nauseatingly misguided leadership, offensively mercenary personnel. And now Gross Rexman, the player I've excoriated more than any other, is my starting QB?
No. No more. Fuck you, Redskins.
Maybe by the time football returns in 2012 (20 games of flag football, points awarded for best celebration dance) I'll have a favorite team again. Maybe. No guarantee it will be you.
Don Sterling of the Clippers is worse. Take comfort in that.
With all love, friendship and sincerity, fuck off.
If 19th century sea captains staged yearly protests and took a case all the way to the Supreme Court (denied on a statute-of-limitations technicality) to denounce the offensive use of the term "clippers," maybe I would call it a draw.
I'm still looking for a new favorite team. If you come across a good one, let me know and I'll join up, too.
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