Chris Cooley, We Feel Your Pain

Anthony BrownCorrespondent IOctober 29, 2009

LANDOVER, MD - DECEMBER 12:  Safety Michael Lewis #32 of the Philadelphia Eagles hits tight end Chris Cooley #47 of the Washington Redskins during the second half of the game at Fed Ex Field on December 12, 2004 in Landover, Maryland.  (Photo by Jamie Squire/Getty Images)
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The way the Internet brings fans into the player's world is magical—especially when the hero-player opens the door.

Washington Redskins tight end Chris Cooley opens up wide on his chriscooley47 blog, mostly written by his brother, Tanner.

Chris reached a new high today by sharing a career low point—his broken ankle suffered Monday night against the Philadelphia Eagles.

Cooley had corrective surgery today. He and his family shared the experience, pictures and all, on his blog. I'll just send you there and let Captain Chaos speak. (Or rather wife Christy and Tanner speak for him.)

First thing's first, Chris. Get well and come back healthy. There's no rush. It's not like we are going to the Super Bowl or anything.

In the past, I've said that Chris Cooley blocking is Chris Cooley wasted, speaking of the too-frequent need for the tight end to stay in and block rather than run a pass pattern.

Fred Davis filled Cooley's shoes against the Eagles, catching eight passes for 78 yards and a touchdown. He was the leading receiver in the game.

That was great to see. However, color analysts Ron Jaworski and future Redskins head coach Jon Gruden pointed out repeated breakdowns in Davis' blocking game.

I guess there's no satisfying fans, because now I miss Cooley's blocking.

Washington's wounded reads more like a casualty list than an injury report. Davis has to get better at blocking in the next two weeks. The state of the offensive line demands it.

So let's wish Davis well as he develops that part of his game. He showed Monday night that he can be a beast. We need to see more of Davis and Devin Thomas catching touchdowns in the same game.

That goes for you, too, Malcolm Kelly.