They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

I almost felt as if the coaches would come out on the field in the 4th quarter, with RG III writhing in pain, unable to even turn around and make an attempt to recover the fumble on that errant snap  (shades of the turkey Turk bros. in Tampa) and shoot the poor fellow to take him out of his pain.

Of course, they should have been shooting Shanny, not RG III, for what must go down as the most stupid fucking decision in the annals of professional sports - keeping RG III in the game.  Because he asked to.  OMFG.  

Shanny to RG III:  "do you want to stay up past your bedtime and play with your toys?".   RG III:  "yes, daddy, plllllleeeeeeeeeeeease!".   Shanny:  "OK, you know you've stayed up all this week, since your mother  (and my brain) have been out of town, so WTF, sure, stay up as long as you like.  Stay up, in fact, until you fall asleep.  Then I will have you carried off the field..... er, to your bed.  And you will sleep for a long, long time.  How do you like that?"  RG III:  "Oh, goody, Daddy, you're the best daddy in the world."

So, here's the news from the Redskins on Monday about RG III's knee:   the results from the MRI are "inconclusive".   What a bunch of fucking crap.  When's the last time you had an MRI and your doctor gazed into your eyes and said "the results are inconclusive, so I'll have to send you to a specialist in Florida".  His knee is obviously shot.  He's likely torn his ACL, the same one he tore in college, and will require surgery, which will likely keep him out of action for next season.  Oh, I forgot, he wants to play, so in a classic un-Strasburg like move, Shanny  (assuming he's still here, which, with Danny-boy at the helm, is almost guaranteed)  will say:  "ok, you can stay up late, again."

Can't you just see the Redskins' brass huddled with the doctors in Ashburn, muttering "what the fuck do we tell the public?"  After tossing several ideas around, including "his knee is fine", "his knee is not quite right"  "his knee will need a specialist to determine the extent of the injury"  (they would never use the "I" word, which would contradict Shanny's assessment that "he was only hurt, not injured".), they settled on saying nothing, i.e., the results are "inconclusive".  This is classic Snyder-speak, going back to the days of Cerato  (oh, Vinny, where are you now?  such an easy target....).

So, the Skins are fucked.  And we have a stupid-ass coach, with an offensive guy who will leave the team, and the nuttiest fucking owner in the whole NFL.  What else is new?

They shoot coaches and owners, don't they?