I’ve been a Redskins fan for 39 years. I’ve been a season ticket holder for the last fifteen. I’ve lived and died with the burgundy and gold. My honeymoon in 1996 was calibrated so I wouldn’t miss a regular season game.
During my life I’ve strongly identified with the Redskins, their culture and traditions. In the Joe Gibbs era, his quiet faith, work ethic and integrity set the gold standard for leadership, whether it was coaching an NFL team or owning your own business. I’ve always striven to adopt those values.
When Darrell Green and Art Monk were elected to the Hall of Fame, I taped their speeches and replayed them again and again. They were the epitome of the Redskin Way, the elevation of team before self.
During my life, the Redskins have been the only — I repeat, the only — institution which draws widespread support across the Washington D.C. metropolitan area, on both sides of the Potomac. In my Section 451, you will find Redskins fans from Chantilly, Stafford, Rockille, and the District, all within reach of my seats.
I have nothing but contempt for the voices of political correctness that have attempted to devalue and misrepresent the legacy of Washington’s ONLY iconic sports franchise.
Having said all that, I saw rock bottom today.
Yes, I was there. Because I believe that you need to support your team, even when they’re struggling. It was cold but tolerable at 1 pm when the game started. The couple inches of snow actually gave a Christmas feel. Then the second quarter came, the temperature dropped and the freezing rain kicked in. Meanwhile, Kansas City was scoring points on every touch of the ball. Our boys were getting knocked around like bowling pins.
It was two minute warning when we left the stadium. The two minute warning … of the first half. The score was 38-7 for Kansas City.
You can blame me for being soft (I had three children with me), but I’ve stayed til the bitter end on many, many games. I’ve sat through the pouring rain against Dallas. I’ve seen Michael Vick score fifty points. I’ve gone face-to-face with drunk Eagles fans.
I can’t do it anymore.
I have a feeling that today’s game will live in Redskins lore, as the day that the audience walked out. Many people will claim to be there, but there were maybe 50,00 at the start — and likely less than 10,000 when the second half started. It was awful.
It is unbelievable that this team may actually need to start over, again. But clearly this team is on a road to nowhere right now. I have no clue what the next step will be. But it can’t get any lower than it got today. Can it?