Jason Campbell needs to walk into Jim Zorn’s office right now, fall on the floor in agony, and say his hamstring has been torn in three places. If he doesn’t, the Redskins will insure that he won’t last more than two more years in the NFL.
Campbell knows the team doesn’t want him, and he knows the coach who halfway has his back isn’t wanted either. He’s the Redskins' best chance to win any more games, but he’s likely to get broken in half in the process.
From any direction, there is no vested interest in Campbell’s health or future beyond him trying to find Fred Davis on any given 3rd-and-11 going forward.
The shot he took at the conclusion of the Philly game was just the beginning. As the season plods along into the cold realizations of December, and the running game yields no positive impact on the games, it’s Campbell who stands to put his body on the line for wins and losses that don’t matter beyond Kwanzaa.
While the wide receivers are improving, the offensive line his regressing to a point of being a safety issue for the offensive backfield. The Redskins’ idea of max protect is a ban on disparaging signage at Fed Ex Field, and the notion that scoring 20-plus points vaults them into the NFL elite is worthy of mass ridicule.
So why not take the economically-sound, and physically brilliant way out, and feign a hamstring injury? Considering the beating Jason Campbell has taken and the minimal praise for doing so, no one with any sense would blame him.