That was while Daddy was away in the Chugach Mountains.
It was signed from Great-Grandpa Ed, and it said to always cheer for the Redskins. Thanks Great-Grandpa (and his surrogate, good ol' Aunt Linda)!
On Sunday night, I stayed up late and cheered real hard.
But the Redskins proved so weak, uninspired and ultimately injury-prone that I eventually cried myself to sleep long before the 24-10 punishment was over. I'm learning that my inherited fandom promises to leave a lot to look forward to!
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Rooting for the Redskins is a character building exercise.
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