
In the NFL idiots rarely win. That's not to say they never win, its just that it doesn't happen often. Most of the time, stupid teams are called on their mistakes. This is called Murphy's Law. This absolutely applies to my Washington Redskins. I don't mean this in a defeatist way. Fate doesn't fate kick the Skins in the balls for no reason. This is simply the residue of ill design.
As I wrote about earlier, the Skins failed to draft defensive lineman in the draft despite having an abundance of draft picks and a clear need at the position due to a serious lack of depth.* This is the equivalent of running around with your balls hanging out at a lumber sports event. Eventually, you're going to get a mallet to the nards.
Balls, meet mallet. Today, not one, but two (!) Redskins defensive lineman went down with season ending injuries in the first three hours of training camp.
(...pause for the traditional throwing of the remote...)
So the Skins did the best they could by trading two draft picks (a 2nd and a 6th) for Pro Bowl dancer and part time defensive end Jason Taylor, formerly of the Miami Dolphins.
Taylor, who poses for homo-erotic pictures in his spare time, will fill the holes left by injured defensive ends Philip Daniels and Alex Buzbee. Also, Taylor posts semi-naked pictures of his throbbing, oily, hairless chest on his personal website. During the off season, he enjoys salsa dancing and not being gay. Also he's going to make $16M over the next two seasons.
This is what you get when you're stupid: a gay salsa dancer to play defensive end for sixteen million dollars. Yeah, this is going to turn out well.
** To be fair, the Skins did draft one defensive lineman, Rob Jackson from Kansas State, in the seventh round.
3 comments:
The Peter King take on this trade on SI.com was kinda cool. The whole deal came about in short order after the Skins brass heard about the injuries.
I think, if nothing else, it makes the Skins a little more interesting. Hopefully Taylor doesn't pull a Deion and go in to Full On Suck Mode.
GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER! GAY SALSA DANCER!
Oh, and this:
"Hold me closer, oily dancer... Count the headlights on the highway..."
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