In many ways, he was the anti-Freddie Mitchell; a man of minimal talent overshadowed by a dogged work ethic and penchant for “right place, right time” plays.
And now that he’s out of Washington and likely on the brink of retirement, how can Washington football fans bring themselves to cherish Malcolm Kelly or Devin Thomas in James Thrash’s place?
The greatest compliment you can pay James Thrash is that he did his job and nothing less. Nobody ever expected him to be more than a third receiver and a special teams asset, and he never raised expectations beyond that.
I would imagine that many coaches in D.C. and Philadelphia wanted to cut him annually for a speedier, flashier upgrade. Imagine their angst when they couldn’t quit his drive and knowledge of the game, and their pride when he actually made a good play or two every week.
He had his moments of glory along with moments of illegal motion agony. Through it all, he remained a professional that teammates could look to for consistency, and fans could look to for what’s right with pro sports.
It was always easy to clown Thrash when he was a member of the team, but now that he’s gone, it’s going to be a lot harder to find a better representative of what is good about the Washington franchise.
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