Skins/Boys #1 : What'd we learn?
By Evan Bliss
If you’re lined up against a 260 pound 6’4” hulk of a man mountain that’s younger, faster, and stronger than you, what do you do? Alex Barron’s answer was “cheat.” Good thing the Skins didn’t have the Lions officiating crew as Barron got busted for his violation, sealing Dallas’ fate in an instant classic NFC East pound-out.
I-you-they-we know that the offense struggled and the 3-4 learning curve needs more straightening. Private Bidwell probably deserves a Code Red Gomer Pyle style for his Romo-like hold and dead duck that gave the Boys their only score. One biffed hold and one biffed punt would’ve been enough for the Skins of the recent past to lose the game. Not now.
Something’s different beyond the obvious staff and personnel upgrades. The gold pants that should be on sale in all Redskins stores tomorrow. Fans should be able to wear those pants to games, to work, to crab feasts, and to outdoor weddings. The energy that used to make dogs bark, kids cry, and rock gramps to sleep -- reminiscent to RFK’s glory days. Maybe the lot should open 8 hours before game time every week. If Mr. Dan charges for bathroom visits to earn back the money lost on brats and bread soda I won’t complain, I’ll just keep quarters in my gold pants pockets.
We the fans are optimistic until we can’t fake it anymore. We stop faking when the team shows us that all the rhetoric and familiar cud they’ve been serving us was merely hype and distraction. Unfortunately, that had become our recent tradition. Hopes are high, hopes are gone. Big free agent signings, small margin losses. Losing to the NFL’s worst team in history the Lions, then nearly beating the Lombardi-hoisting Saints. All potential, zero consistency. Right now hopes are still high. But for how long?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all whacked out on euphoric goof balls right now. Beating Dallas always feels good. Beating a Dallas with familiar ugly faces, a well established offense and defense, a Dallas many predict will land in the Super Bowl, with a Redskins squad of new faces and leadership, new terminology, and a completely new defense feels almost illegally good all over. We’re building, they’re built, and we knocked them down.
Already hearing people say “Super Bowl” is scaring the bejesus of me, and I’m desperately not trying to dive back into the endless string of highs and lows I’ve become so accustomed to. A return to credibility, not being recklessly lopped in with the Raiders every year, a perennial playoff contender, and a consistently dominant franchise is what I hope Sunday night’s victory will come to symbolize. But in the now, we beat Dallas. Dallas didn’t beat themselves and they weren’t the better team that night. That’s more than enough to keep me feeling illegally good this week, and optimistic about the weeks ahead.
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September 13, 2010; 4:30 PM ET
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