| Craig 'The Coach' Johnson. 7th November, 2005 - 1:18 pm
 Even though I may be subjected to have to hear about, the Philadelphia Eagles were without Terrell Owens, I still must remind those that Washington is among the top. The top of the cream of the crop, and guess what Philly? Without T.O. you meet my expectation of utter stupidity.
Eagles fans are allowed to yell and call me every filth and flarn word that may be imaginable, but the score remains the same. As much as I cannot stand what those Fleagles fans represent, I can say thanks for making my Sunday night, a night that I would love to dance all over the local supermarket screaming, “Chunky Noodle Soup stands for chunky little reality check.” You know what? I don’t even dislike you. I don’t even want to see you waste money on a prima Donna. But I love to see you hate even your own self. I am sorry Donovan; did I hurt your feelings? Well, you better call Mama, cause you are just about as pathetic as a quarterback begging for acceptance. You better call your Mama and you better find a place to hide because without T.O. you equal nothing. There isn’t a chunky soup that could even seal your fate. You’re done. You are nothing, and now you have nothing. For what, did you prove a point? You did, and that is Terrell owns me. You’re a sucker and for the price that it cost me to love my mother proves that you are a sellout. Not even my mom would dare to sell me out, but you… You were sold for a measly watery endorsement. One cup of H20, plus the contents equals, just enough water to remind you that, without T.O. you still have a chemical in-balance.
See I have lived my entire life to dedicate myself to the Skins. I have even worked at RFK Stadium for six years. I bleed for the passion of the Skins, and quite frankly if I upset opposing teams fans, then I have won. There are certain fans that just love the game. Then there are fans that are even 600 miles away. But we are the twelfth man. We are the “Beer thirty Crew.” We go by names such as: Redskin Pete Everrett, Smitty, Big Mike, Thomas, Tom, Damien, Short-Shirley, Dawn, David, George, Jim and the one and only “Myself.” We are what represent the Redskins and scream, “I need a turnover.” Pete that one is for you. We cry, and we scream and we chant “Hail To the Redskins,” whenever the opportunity is given. My mom used to think that I was crazy, and now she can honestly believe that is true. I am crazy. I am crazy for my Skins. But hey mom, you taught me what is important and I love you. My dad, he may even love the Redskins more than I do. No, I take that back, Nobody loves the Skins more than me. It’s funny that every time the Skins are home I look for you. Just remember that ticket is mine when I come home. Sorry Betty and my aunt Karen but I deserve it for the years I have cheered on my home team. I know what it is like to have a group of individuals who think they are stars. In football it is a team effort.
I coach a football team and have won every year. I know the importance of what makes a team win. I have a star athlete (Devin Jones) that completely takes over a game, but I have another star player who is a baseball player (This was his first year playing football: Rudy Williams), and when I put him in a situation to lead the team I was extremely proud. See what I am saying is that football is a kid’s game. It’s supposed to be fun. People like Terrell are ruining it for my kids. That ‘s right, for three months a year, they are my kids. Kids that expect me to teach them not only good-sportsmanship, but they will learn to win. Now, winning is not everything but it darn well feels good. Terrell. You are a making a big mistake, but if it helps my team to win, then I am 100% behind you. So today’s lesson is: Win or lose, you will always be a winner in my eyes, unless my mom tells me different.
Craig Johnson can be reached at my terps34@yahoo.com, and appreciated the overwhelming responses. |
