I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO

Every now and then, one gets to gloat.

My turn.

Re-read my post from April 25, 2010 about Snyder's misbegotten acquisition of Donovan McNabb being a big mistake, a classic Snyder blunder.

OMFUCKINGNICIENT!

Here we are, almost a year later, and the talk is all about how McNabb failed, how he incessantly throws passes into the ground, how he was unable to adapt to Shanahan's offense, and in fact got benched the last several games in favor of a guy whose name I can't even remember.

I fucking told you so.

As you can see from my previous post (BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO), the end is not near - it's here. After waiting 25 years on the fucking waiting list (I got on it when Lombardi was coach), and after getting the tickets in 1992 and holding the tickets for almost 20 years, and after suffering through only 2 playoff appearances in all that time (I even took my kids down to Tampa Bay in 1999 to see Turk to Turk fumble a snap on a last minute field goal, losing 14-13), I gave up. Yes, my timing getting the tickets was atrocious (not that I had any choice) - I got my season tickets the season AFTER Rypien won our last Super Bowl, the first year that Pettibon was coach. Oy. I did not renew this year. The deadline was March 1st and I let it go by. Sniff sniff. Snyder even offered a 5% discount on the Redskins jersey of the as-yet undrafted wunderkind "franchise" quarterback that the Skins will undoubtedly pick in the first round. But it was not enough. I negotiated for a 10% discount, and upon deadlocking at 7.5%, I punted. But unlike the Turks, I didn't botch it. It actually felt good to send a message to Danny Boy that the combination of his incredible arrogance, mismanagement, his "let's throw some money at it" solution to everything, the so-called "fan experience" (shitty) at the stadium in Godforsakenville - jeez, I could go on all day - led to me saying WTF. The last straw, I think, was Snyder suing the City Paper for libel, thereby bringing that wonderful article to the attention of hundreds of thousands of people who never saw it in the first place. He says that he was advised to do so by his media relations guy - the guy hired to improve his image. What's the guy's name? Probably a relative of Vinny Cerrato.

The only solace is that Snyder has truly had his day. We have seen the beginning of the end of pro football, and that includes Danny Boy. It will go the way of Six Flags. And pro boxing. And the killing of Christians by lions. Just ask yourself: how many mothers are going to let their precious sons play junior league football after the horrible news about concussions, and about that pre-Alzheimers disease that caused one player to commit suicide so his brain could be studied? The answer is: only the very stupid mothers. And then high school football will dry up. And then the colleges will dry up. And then the NFL draft will dry up. And then, and then, and then....heh heh...along came Jones (ah, another old song). And then Danny Boy will need to find another expensive amusement to mismanage. Why doesn't he just fucking give his money to charity? Do a Bill Gates? (ya gotta love that guy, seriously). Because it's too obvious.

Well, it's fucking 2:00 am here in Washington DC. I have been writing this blog under a pseudonym, fearing that Sndyer will take revenge and revoke my season tickets. But I am no longer afraid of him. Come and get me! Make me an example, like City Paper, of how you don't believe in freedom of speech. What a clown. The judgment of a flea.

So, I'm coming out of the closet. My real name is Perry Saidman. I am a native Washingtonian, graduating from Coolidge High School. I live in DC.

So there.