Of Redskins, Broken Bones, and Broken Dreams

All of you NFL fans know what it feels like at the beginning of the season. It's a new year, your team looks bright and shiny, and your hopes are sky high for a spectacular year.

A shining moment before reality come crashing down.

If you are a Redskins fan, the feeling is just as intense, mostly because we are a delusional bunch-the ultimate optimists that THIS will be THE YEAR. The year we don't suck, the year we crush Dallas twice, the year the rest of the league stands up and takes notice. Well, one out of three is better than nothing, I suppose. They definitely took notice, mostly on how easy it is to break our QB's legs.

Alex Smith in his 33rd anniversary tribute to Joe Theismann.

I'm not sure why humans are not equipped with a super-strength skeleton rather than these cancellous twigs holding up our ample masses of protoplasm. The fibula, which the Redskins lackluster 2nd string QB, Colt McCoy, broke last week, is less than 1/2 inch in diameter, about the same size as a chicken bone. Great if you want to eat it, not so much otherwise. Intelligent design, my ass.

Colt McCoy, part 1

Colt McCoy pt 2- a little bitter over the loss of his big chance.

So now, we Redskins fans are to the 'please don't let us sink to last place' phase. We've been making so much fun of the NFC east teams because they sucked, but now we've been beaten by the Cowboys (just threw up in my mouth a little) and the Eagles, and we have the Giants this Sunday. Time for drastic measures.

The losses hurt less when you don't remember them.

Now we have Mark Sanchez. In any other universe, the dude would be third string QB for a high school team. Fellow Redskins fans, We. Are. Fucked. In the worst possible way.

The agony of defeat is strong in us.

Well, there's always next year.