If you’d told me Jason Campbell would go out hurt, Todd Collins would play out the rest of the way, and the Skins would roll up all of 31 yards on the ground, I would have stuck my head in a chipper-shredder. And yet, Washington wins 24-16. The point was made that you can’t really blame the team for anything on Sunday, as they were just too emotionally ravaged to be responsible for anything. Maybe. It’s great that they could win tonight, but it makes those five games where they led at the half and broke down in the 4th quarter all the more irritating.
Despite everything, when it comes to the Redskins, it’s like Brokeback Mountain. “Joe Gibbs, I wish I knew how to quit you.”
Meanwhile, I have to get cracking on my wish list for Christmas. There’s not really very much I want or need that can be had for money – and to be honest, 90% of the stuff I want that can be had for money is stuff I really don’t need and shouldn’t get. (Another mobile phone, anyone? Water bottle? Pair of shades? At least I don’t want any more Doc Martens…) What I’d REALLY like is a consignment of very hard drugs to knock out this lingering sinus thing. It’s been two weeks, almost.
Well, football is done. Maybe I should consider looking for dinner beyond the last five pizza rolls…