A lone dog can be heard howling in the distance as I walk the empty streets in the darkest of nights. To the left, the empty building ruins and to the right an airliner fuselage that fell from the sky at the very moment that all changed. Being one of the few surviving members of my generation, I have memories of the time before The Darkness. As I continue to search for food, all I need is a single rodent - some source of meat to feed my family, I see the monuments that have been erected to the conquerors. I pay my customary tribute to the new idols: Jackson, Morris, Helu...and most difficult to accept...McCoy. Snyderville is my new reality, The Darkness has wrapped its cold, tight grip around us all. If I could rewind the oclock, I would. I would have been a better 12th man, I would have had that beer, that brat, and payed more attention to the events unfolding before me. I became complacent, of this I accept my guilt. So too must I accept my fate. Yes, Hail to the Redskins. You came to Dallas, started a third string quarterback, had a great blitz package and exposed our over confident defense. I must go. It is time for mandatory Tribute Services where we express our thanks to Gibbs and acknowledge all He has done for us. I do not take losing to the Redskins well.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 09:55:42 +0000
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