Dear Santa -
I've been a very -- who am I kidding; you see all, you know all -- okay, I've been a reasonably good boy this year. I only shot BB's at the neighbor's cat two or three times, I swear I wasn't actually doing 80 in that 55 mph zone like the highway patrolman said, and I still manage to find time to mow my Grandma's lawns every two weeks. That should be good for something besides coal in the stocking, wouldn't you say?
Good. Here's the deal -
You know how I am about my Redskins, right? I mean, they're IT for me. I understand that I'm not going to see a fourth Lombardi under the tree at Redskins Park this year, and that's okay. Soon, I hope...but for now, I understand. Hey, you've pretty much got your hands full this time of year, so let's just put that on the back burner. Since we're talking Burgundy and Gold, however, there are a couple things you could get me.
I'll even throw in an extra plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk to sweeten the deal.
First things first. I would like the same head coach next year. As far as I'm concerned, he's working off a set of blueprints he didn't design. I know construction, and believe me, that ain't always easy to do. I say give him at least another year to bring in some players he wants, and let's see what happens. If he fails, there should still be a few big names out there that Dan Snyder can throw sums the equal of small countries' GNP at to come and coach this team. Every year there are a few out there, right? So we should give the man at least one more chance to show his stuff, I think.
Second, and this should be near and dear to your heart, you big rolly-polly. LINEMEN. Thunderbutts. The Big Uglies. Be they defensive, offensive, American, Canadian, democratic or communist, so long as they can line up and knock the snot out of whoever is across from them I don't care. They'll do. If you've watched any of our games this year, Kris, then you already know our interiors are as poorly crafted as Wal-Mart furniture. They just won't hold up under any kind of strain. It would be nice to see some fresh, hungry, mean young faces wearing indian head helmets next year in training camp. I mean seriously cool.
Even better than that Planet of the Apes tower you gave me when I was 11.
Lastly, big guy (I know I'm just one of many so I'm keeping this short), I would likeJoe Gibbs to return to the fold. Hold on, wait a sec -- I know you don't work miracles. You're powers aren't infinite. I just want Joe to maybe be an informal advisor, sort of how Bill Walsh came back to the 49'ers as a "consultant" years after he stepped down as coach. Lord knows Jim Zorn could use all the help he can get right now. Who better to not only whisper in his ear, but also patch up any friction between he and his star players, than the Legend? I know I'm being selfish here. Joe Gibbs has already given more to this great organization than just about anyone else, alive or dead; he has his family and NASCAR to keep him busy, and let's face it -- the man doesn't have all that much time left. But if you could, Nick, maybe you could arrange for him to help steer this train back onto the tracks, just one more time.
Well, that's it. I've taken enough of your time. Thanks in advance for everything I do get, Santa. I say it every year, but you're the greatest.
Oh, and watch out when you come down the chimney this year. I still haven't repaired that flue.
Yours Truly,
BigRedskinDaddy
I've been a very -- who am I kidding; you see all, you know all -- okay, I've been a reasonably good boy this year. I only shot BB's at the neighbor's cat two or three times, I swear I wasn't actually doing 80 in that 55 mph zone like the highway patrolman said, and I still manage to find time to mow my Grandma's lawns every two weeks. That should be good for something besides coal in the stocking, wouldn't you say?
Good. Here's the deal -
You know how I am about my Redskins, right? I mean, they're IT for me. I understand that I'm not going to see a fourth Lombardi under the tree at Redskins Park this year, and that's okay. Soon, I hope...but for now, I understand. Hey, you've pretty much got your hands full this time of year, so let's just put that on the back burner. Since we're talking Burgundy and Gold, however, there are a couple things you could get me.
I'll even throw in an extra plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk to sweeten the deal.
First things first. I would like the same head coach next year. As far as I'm concerned, he's working off a set of blueprints he didn't design. I know construction, and believe me, that ain't always easy to do. I say give him at least another year to bring in some players he wants, and let's see what happens. If he fails, there should still be a few big names out there that Dan Snyder can throw sums the equal of small countries' GNP at to come and coach this team. Every year there are a few out there, right? So we should give the man at least one more chance to show his stuff, I think.
Second, and this should be near and dear to your heart, you big rolly-polly. LINEMEN. Thunderbutts. The Big Uglies. Be they defensive, offensive, American, Canadian, democratic or communist, so long as they can line up and knock the snot out of whoever is across from them I don't care. They'll do. If you've watched any of our games this year, Kris, then you already know our interiors are as poorly crafted as Wal-Mart furniture. They just won't hold up under any kind of strain. It would be nice to see some fresh, hungry, mean young faces wearing indian head helmets next year in training camp. I mean seriously cool.
Even better than that Planet of the Apes tower you gave me when I was 11.
Lastly, big guy (I know I'm just one of many so I'm keeping this short), I would like
Well, that's it. I've taken enough of your time. Thanks in advance for everything I do get, Santa. I say it every year, but you're the greatest.
Oh, and watch out when you come down the chimney this year. I still haven't repaired that flue.
Yours Truly,
BigRedskinDaddy
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