I grew up as a fan of the Washington Redskins. In my hometown in Tidewater Virginia, practically everyone was a Redskins fan except my dad who followed the New York Giants. They became his team when he was in school in New York, but he acknowledged the Redskins as a worthy opponent and a game between the two teams was always a family favorite.
I remember Eddie LeBaron, the little general, who often had to scramble for his life but always avoided a big sack. Then, of course, Sonny Jurgensen and Billy Kilmer, men who frequently rotated in and out and with greatly different styles, competed against one another and yet were good friends.
Kilmer had a wobbly pass but was a fierce competitor. I remember one game where his nose was broken, they called timeout and put a band-aid on it and he came in and won the game. And Jurgensen, a man with one of the quickest releases, often completed a pass an instant before his body hit the ground.
One game in 1968, I think, was nearing its end at RFK and the Redskins had the ball on their own four yard line with about ten seconds left to go. Miami was leading, 9-3, and everyone had just about given up hope. But, being a different time with more patient fans, no one left the stadium. Jurgensen took the hike, scrambled, and finally found an open receiver. He was hit low and hard just as he released the ball and, immediately after the takedown the Dolphin defensive lineman started trash talking. Sonny pointed down field propped up on one hand and raised the touchdown signal. There was his receiver, Jerry Smith, streaking untouched into the end zone as the gun sounded. Redskins: 10-9.
And of course I can never forget the glory years with mastermind Joe Gibbs. Despite his cocky braggadocio style, Joe Theismann always delivered, and his 27-17 comeback Super Bowl win over Miami will always be special. And Doug Williams' performance against Denver, down 10-0 at the end of the first quarter and then scoring 35 unanswered points in the second in that Super Bowl, was also something to remember.
So with all of my fond memories and love of the team, I was physically upset to see the United States government attempt to ruin something for me due to political correctness. The Patent Office stripped the team's nickname and symbol trademark since someone has now been offended by the use of the name Redskins. And you just know that the Patent Office didn't do this on its own; no once again Barack Obama and his socialist, we know better than you, government has inserted itself into this matter just to be in our face. Had someone told me even ten years ago that this sort of nonsense would become commonplace I would have laughed, but now it's now not funny. The government has unilaterally taken property from a business enterprise with no lawful justification. And since the owner, Dan Snyder, is a Republican, it really should come as no surprise.
Snyder says he's going to fight in court, and I hope he does. But the way P.C. has infected all aspects of government, including the courts and even the wimpy Republican leadership in Congress, I don't expect any positive result. Maybe if he renamed the team the Washington "LGBTs", Obama would give them an award. They could wear pink pants with a pansy on their helmet. After all, the way the NFL is taking the toughness out of football we won't recognize the game much longer.
I plan to maintain my own little protest by wearing Redskins paraphernalia on game day. And I will always call them the Redskins, no matter what ultimately happens. It's just one little strike for my personal liberty that I will do.
America, wake up, and get in the game to stop this madness. Vote out every Democrat that you can since they all vote in route step and demand that wimpy Republicans start doing their job instead of jumping off the cliff like lemmings. It's time for government to devote itself to real issues and the protection of freedom, not the development of a 1984 scenario in real life. If not, who knows, maybe some disgruntled cowpoke will say that the term Cowboys is offensive. Anything is fair game these days, I guess.
Stand for freedom in all that you do, with God at your side, or none of us will be standing very long.
I remember Eddie LeBaron, the little general, who often had to scramble for his life but always avoided a big sack. Then, of course, Sonny Jurgensen and Billy Kilmer, men who frequently rotated in and out and with greatly different styles, competed against one another and yet were good friends.
Kilmer had a wobbly pass but was a fierce competitor. I remember one game where his nose was broken, they called timeout and put a band-aid on it and he came in and won the game. And Jurgensen, a man with one of the quickest releases, often completed a pass an instant before his body hit the ground.
One game in 1968, I think, was nearing its end at RFK and the Redskins had the ball on their own four yard line with about ten seconds left to go. Miami was leading, 9-3, and everyone had just about given up hope. But, being a different time with more patient fans, no one left the stadium. Jurgensen took the hike, scrambled, and finally found an open receiver. He was hit low and hard just as he released the ball and, immediately after the takedown the Dolphin defensive lineman started trash talking. Sonny pointed down field propped up on one hand and raised the touchdown signal. There was his receiver, Jerry Smith, streaking untouched into the end zone as the gun sounded. Redskins: 10-9.
And of course I can never forget the glory years with mastermind Joe Gibbs. Despite his cocky braggadocio style, Joe Theismann always delivered, and his 27-17 comeback Super Bowl win over Miami will always be special. And Doug Williams' performance against Denver, down 10-0 at the end of the first quarter and then scoring 35 unanswered points in the second in that Super Bowl, was also something to remember.
So with all of my fond memories and love of the team, I was physically upset to see the United States government attempt to ruin something for me due to political correctness. The Patent Office stripped the team's nickname and symbol trademark since someone has now been offended by the use of the name Redskins. And you just know that the Patent Office didn't do this on its own; no once again Barack Obama and his socialist, we know better than you, government has inserted itself into this matter just to be in our face. Had someone told me even ten years ago that this sort of nonsense would become commonplace I would have laughed, but now it's now not funny. The government has unilaterally taken property from a business enterprise with no lawful justification. And since the owner, Dan Snyder, is a Republican, it really should come as no surprise.
Snyder says he's going to fight in court, and I hope he does. But the way P.C. has infected all aspects of government, including the courts and even the wimpy Republican leadership in Congress, I don't expect any positive result. Maybe if he renamed the team the Washington "LGBTs", Obama would give them an award. They could wear pink pants with a pansy on their helmet. After all, the way the NFL is taking the toughness out of football we won't recognize the game much longer.
I plan to maintain my own little protest by wearing Redskins paraphernalia on game day. And I will always call them the Redskins, no matter what ultimately happens. It's just one little strike for my personal liberty that I will do.
America, wake up, and get in the game to stop this madness. Vote out every Democrat that you can since they all vote in route step and demand that wimpy Republicans start doing their job instead of jumping off the cliff like lemmings. It's time for government to devote itself to real issues and the protection of freedom, not the development of a 1984 scenario in real life. If not, who knows, maybe some disgruntled cowpoke will say that the term Cowboys is offensive. Anything is fair game these days, I guess.
Stand for freedom in all that you do, with God at your side, or none of us will be standing very long.
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