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.