Redskins over Seahawks

There were times this afternoon at Quest Feild when I thought I wouldn't end up being very happy with the outcome. In the end Clinton Portis put the team on his back and carried the Skins to a 3 point win over a 2-8 team. Yay!

Any win for an east coast team on the west coast is big, and any win for a visiting team in Quest is bit. That's because those folks are loud, really loud. I don't know if it has anything to do with how the stadium was designed, but it is loud as fuck in there. It could be that the football loving fans of the State of Washington have saved up all their cheering, since they haven't needed to do much of it for the Cougars and the Huskies, but who knows.

What I did think was kind of lame about Quest is their narking policy. They have a 888 number and a texting address sent up where you can turn in your fellow fan if they don't keep it PG rated during the game:

If anyone was wondering what really lead the Skins to the win, it wasn't their need to keep pace with the Cowgirls, or their desire to end their two game losing streak. No, it was their desire to see the very attractive ends of the Girls at Little Darlings, at 7th and Westlake. How do I know that? Because I've taken the time to do a little investigative journalism and I heard it from the horses mouth... I typed horse, right? At any rate, the the girls were all abuzz about how 13 or 14 of the Skins were in on Saturday night to see some... skin.

All in all, I'd give the game experience here in Seattle an A. It's a good stadium, with very good sight lines, and it is filled to the brim with a ton of loud but friendly fans. If you ever get the chance, you should come see your team play here.

Stiff of the Millennium

I think the NFL should suspend Donovan McNabb for life. Sure dog fighting is bad, and drug use and spousal abuse are deplorable, but there can be absolutely no excuse for an NFL player not knowing that there are ties in the league. Even if he had somehow not known about it growing up (which presumes that he watched football as a kid) he was in the league the last time there was a tie.

Hell, even if all that escaped him, the ref says it over the PA before the beginning of every OT during the coin toss, and I'm sure he's been a captain at least once in his life. Stiff of all human existence doesn't cover how stupid Donovan McNabb is.

Road Grey's

When you've endured 11 straight losing seasons, and watched the team that used to keep you out of the basement make it to the World Series, you'll take anything as a positive. And so it was that Orioles fans all over got excited about a new addition to the team yesterday. No, it wasn't a new player who will be pulling on the O's uniform for the first time at a press conference. It was a press conference for a new O's uniform.

Such is the state of our team, that we all get excited about a change to the uniform, but that's where we find ourselves. The team management finally listened to the fan base and put the city name back on the road jersey, something about half the teams in the league do, but which was once a given in the league. The "Baltimore" on the Grey's was dropped in 1973 and for the last 35 years the Birds has played with the team name on their chests in other cities.

That ends in 2009, and not a moment too soon. I need something to get excited about going forward, and unless those unis came with a new starting SS, 1B and a few live arms, I'll be reduced to cheering for the laundry, albeit, nice new laundry.

Seperated At Birth 11

Watching a little bit of the Packers/Vikings game today I started to realize that Packers coach Mike McCarthy looked familiar. It took me a few minutes but then it hit me, he looks like that fat ass comedian Kevin James. I think this is ironic because James is a comedian and to me McCarthy is a joke as a head coach.

Take the Good With the Bad

Sure the Redskins got their buttholes pushed in on national TV last night. And, sure, my once vaunted fantasy team lost solely because Santana Moss and Sean Suisham couldn't get me 12 lousy points between them. But there were reasons for me to be happy last night. One is ridiculous and the other says all sorts of things about me that I'd rather not delve too far into.

The first, of course, is the fact that 94 percent of the Presidential races contested since 1936 have been predicted by the Redskins. If they win, the party in power keeps power, and if they lose, the other party sweeps into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The only time this didn't hold true was in 2004 when the Skins did their part in losing to the Packers, but John Kerry got fucked over by Swiftboat and Bin Laden. How's that working out for you folks?

So not only should their loss herald a win for the D's tonight, which would make me happy, but they also made great strides in the world of sports fashion. Enjoying this, of course, makes me tremendously gay, but I'm OK with it. I've been waiting for years for the Skins to wear their burgundy pants with their burgundy jerseys. I'll pause for a moment for you to call me a pansy.

All done? Great. For most of my life Washington was one of the only teams in the league to always wear their whites at home (along with Dallas, those fuckers). This meant that we hardly ever saw them in their red tops, save for trips to Dallas and St. Louis/Arizona. A few years back they started to wear all white at home from time to time, and I've been waiting for the day they took the field in all burgundy.

And that's what I'm holding onto from last nights game. Which says even more about me than I'd like. Now we just need to get the gold helmet and numbers back and I'll be in heaven.