How Bout Them Cowbo... Wait, Wha?!

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We Redskins fans haven't had much to cheer about in, oh, the last fifteen years, so we have to take our dollops of victory where ever we find them. Fortunately for us, the Cowboys have been generous in that regard during Washington's, uh, dry spell.

Despite annual predictions of greatness from Valley Ranch and beyond, and by 'beyond' I mean Jerry Jones' skullfuck of a facelift, the Cowboys find themselves munching carpet face down in the dirt every December.

But! With three dominating wins to end the season followed by a vicious de-pantsing of the Eagles in the first round of the playoffs, this year promised to be different. All together now:

NOPE!

The Cowboys offense was rounding into form and their defense was brutally crushing opposing quarterbacks to the turf play after play after God-blessed play. Then the Vikings came to town. "No problem," said the Dallas faithful. "We'll grind their purple jerseys into a fine powder, which we'll then wrap in a nondescript package and ship with no return address to Michael Irvin's place! We'll beat them!" they said.

NOPE!

Yet again the Cowboys have face planted come playoff time. Sure it took a week longer than some of us thought it would, but hey, we Redskins fans will take it every time. And Eagles fans probably won't complain either. Hell, even Giants fans may look up from pleasuring their Eli Manning blow-up dolls and smile before going back to work.

Sunday wasn't just and ending, it was a beginning too. It marked the start another off season full of angst, Jesus, and when nobody is looking, anal insertion. Speaking for Redskins fans everywhere, its good to see things are as they should be.
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