Washington Redskins Fan Laments the 2009 Season

When the season first started, I was full of hope for my Skins,

In my crystal ball, I could see 11 or 12 wins.

After the first loss to the Giants, I came back down to Earth,

But still, I figured, we'll get a playoff berth.

Second game of the season brought a close win against the Rams,

And I still couldn't figure, are the Skins lions or lambs?

The third game's loss to the actual Lions was a shock,

And I began to question the leader of our flock.

How, Mr. Zorn, could you allow the Lions their first win in forever?

It was also the first sign that our coach is not so clever.

Another squeak-by win against the Bucs came in Week Four,

I knew at that point that Zorn was destined for the door.

A heartbreaking loss to the Panthers came in the next week,

And at 2-3, the Skins were starting to look meek.

Then the loss to the Chiefs, it was the last straw,

With such pathetic play, I was dumbstruck with awe.

As the losses piled up, so did the bottles I was drinking,

I could survive the games as long as I wasn't clearly thinking.

Zorn didn't seem to care as the Redskins continued in their funk,

I cried burgundy tears, and I tried to stay drunk.

Then on Monday night, they ran into a buzz saw from New York,

I knew Zorn was done, and into him you can stick a fork.

So Cerrato is gone, and Zorn is surely close to follow,

And in my self-pity, I no longer have to wallow.

Finally I feel, "There's hope for the future, man,"

Next year we'll be turned around by Mike Shanahan.

I can now put my bottle down, and just enjoy being a fan,

And for feeling my pain, "Thanks for listening, Dan."