I woke up Tuesday morning with a severe case of Peyton-envy with complications of Ronnie Brown-envy. It developed while watching the first two series of the Indianapolis Colts vs. Miami Dolphins game Monday night. That and the Cowboys vs. Giants game Monday night.
Score. Answer. Move. Counter-move. Throw. Catch. Run. Touchdown.
I wondered more than once during that game if our guys could do that?
This post won't launch another slam of the Washington Redskins' seeming inability to score from the red zone. There's been enough of that lately, even from the Redskins' own web site.
But in the sports entertainment business, the local heroes need to be entertaining at least. And when you run with the fast crowd that the Redskins do, one needs them to be competitive; to at least offer the hope of winning something.
The Redskins are 77 years old. They've existed longer than the District of Columbia has had home rule.
Area residents are acutely aware that most of the country does not like Washington. They really don't like those out-of-towners on both ends of Pennsylvania Avenue who they keep sending here. But, I digress.
Fans of any of the old-line NFL teams can say how much the local team means to the local community. Those other places have many more points of impression to show the world.
Official Washington has monuments, historic documents, cemeteries, and power centers. Local Washington has the Redskins.
The Capitals have just started winning and are moving up in our affection. The Nationals imitate the old Senators in a stadium D.C. built for them. The Wizards are nothing without Agent Zero. The United...well, they are part of the demographic future.
When our face of the city, already under attack because it's, you know, red, looks inept at prices Daniel Snyder charges, fans are going to boo; and boo-hoo in our $8 beer.
Washington has had the Detroit Lions' number since forever. After the Rams game Sunday, Detroit sports writers can write Lions-have-a-chance" target="_blank" title="Freep.com">Vs. Skins, the Lions have a chance and not be hooted to shame in Detroit, or in DC.
"The Redskins are coming off a 9-7 home win over the awful St. Louis Rams. It was the inverse of a moral victory, where you lose but improved your reputation—an actual victory that is more embarrassing than gratifying. Let's call it an amoral victory.
"The Redskins have a quarterback, Jason Campbell, who is on a perpetual hot seat. And a coach, Jim Zorn, whose seat is even hotter than Campbell's. And a racist nickname. Hey, I'm just saying."
Booing, by the way, does not show hate for the team or the players. The opposite of love is indifference. Indifference for the Redskins is to cease buying tickets, or to turn off the TV, or transfer loyalty to DC United.
Booing is just a wake-up call. Fan indifference is the nuclear option that should worry the chiefs at Redskin Park, where I suspect things are pretty intense right now...