In between my eyes and the world lies a filter—a kaleidoscope of resplendent gold—through which I saw no rain.
I’m not exactly sure who was wearing the golden glasses, me or Daniel Synder, but being betrayed by the reality of the Washington Redskins is no easy way to wake from a fantasy.
From November 8th to December 13th, the Redskins played better, a whiff of effort in an otherwise worthless season. Barely a month of hypnotic twirling under an auric sky is not enough to sate any fan or owner.
It was a temporary five week injection of energy, not a vaccination from a desolate future.
If the Washington Redskins were put up on eBay, the listing would read: Sold as-is, no refunds, no returns, possible use for spare parts.
The Redskins had my tinted vision convinced. I was unable to decipher reality from mirage.
When it finally looked like Sherman Lewis has established an offensive identity, the protection crumbled.
When it finally looked like my good friend Vinny Cerrato was vindicated with Mike Williams and Levi Jones, the offensive line allowed a combined eight sacks to the Giants and Cowboys.
When it finally looked like Jason Campbell had enough time in the pocket to display the breadth of his improvement, that window slammed shut too.
The last two weeks, on national television no less, the Redskins have put a terrible product on the field with an offense that closely resembles a Pop Warner team. Their offense has been blander than vanilla and more predictable than Orville Redenbacher.
The offense is so limited that for the season Jason Campbell has targeted 77 percent of his passes to receivers within 10 yards of the line of scrimmage.
While the offense had it’s month under the golden kaleidoscope, the defense floundered, struggling to hold its weight opposite an improved offense.
The defense was torn apart in the first half against the Broncos before being saved by the carnage that was Chris Simms. They held the Cowboys to seven points, but failed to impose their will. When the Cowboys committed to the run, they were successful. When they spread it out and threw the ball, they scored their lone touchdown and won the game.
The Eagles lit the Redskins up for more big plays while the defense played well against the Saints and still allowed 33 points. The Redskins and Raiders played an even game until JaMarcus Russell’s appearance in the second half. The table was set for Brian Orakpo to feast. He had four sacks in the game.
The Giants blew the Redskins up for 45 points while the Cowboys success was a bit more measured once again, but this time due to the Redskins freshly anemic offense.
Sunday’s game against Norv Turner and the San Diego Chargers is meaningless. It’s just the final landmark before the offseason: where hope can burgeon, the Redskins are champions, and victories are won on paper.
Exactly the way we like it, Dan and I.
Now where in the world did I leave that golden kaleidoscope?