If you need this Saturday afternoon any time after 3 p.m. CST, forget about it! Yes, my beloved Redskins took care of the Philadelphia Eagles Sunday afternoon and won their way into the playoffs. Making it even sweeter--our win ensured the hated Cowboys would be on the outside looking in. Sweet, sweet justice. It makes staying up for the end of that Monday night game where we defeat da Boys 14-13 in the final two minutes all the more meaningful, even if it did throw off my sleep schedule for the rest of the week. But what the hell--who needs to be productive when your team wins a big game against your hated rival?
Anyway, now the Skins face the uphill task of winning three games on the road to get to the Super Bowl. First stop--Tampa Bay where a late two-point conversion was a heart-breaking loss for the Skins. I think the Skins have enough weapons to take out Tampa Bay, but it will honestly depend on how healthy we are. We've got some huge issues in the secondary and Clinton Portis got a bit banged up (but not before he ran the ball for a fourth quarter TD to give the Skins the lead for good, which had me leaping and weeping with delight). I still think given the wide-opened nature of the NFC this year, the Skins have a good shot to do it.
As for my other beloved team, the Titans. First of all, let me thank FOX 17 publically for showing us the Redskins/Eagles game Sunday since if we'd only had the the Titans/Jags game in our market, I might have thrown up. Or destroyed my TV. Or, most likely both. I had the picture-in-picture going for about the first quarter and I was avidly flipping back and forth. But you know, the Titans laid a big giant egg and the game was pretty much over by the end of the first quarter. It was embarrassing on a lot of fronts for this team and her fans. The winter of discontent is setting in here in Nashville and its going to be an ugly one. The only good thing--we get the third pick in the draft.
That is, unless, they squander it like they did the sixth pick last year. I hate to tell Jeff Fisher and company this, but this whole Pacman Jones experiment is failing and failing miserably. Seriously, time to pack his bags and ship him off to Oakland where he'll be right at home with a group of punks and thugs. The past few weeks have shown the complete lack of class this guy has and how selfish a player he really is. The phrase cancer in the lockeroom comes to mind about this guy. Let's cut our losses. One embarassing season of this jerk and his antics are enough. Trade him to Oakland for the mascot if you have to--just get rid of him!
posted by Michael Hickerson at 1/03/2006 07:35:00 AM |
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