If you haven't found out yet, me and my family are sick Redskins fans. Why? I don't know. It just happened. You're a kid sitting in front of the tv watching John Riggins (#44) plowing through a wall of men, creating the whole himself, dragging all the DB's with him...and you just decide at that moment.....I love you guys. Throw in there the tradition of Joe Bugel & The Hogs, The Smurfs, Monk, 3 rings, etc. The rest is history.

But last year I was given the honor and privilege of going to the new FedEx Field through my Redskin buddy Chevist Mitchell. On the way there he had to make a stop and pick somebody else up that was going with us. His father. He never warned my that we would be picking up Redskins history. Mr. Mitchell is what this is all about. When he opened the door to come out, I realized that years (40+) of fan-aticism was coming towards me. I simply asked him to stop so I could take a picture. It's all in there. The car that was probably purchased when the Skins had Jergunsen and Kilmer throwing the ball - the boat that's probably been dry docked since the Super Bowl championships dried up for us ('93 was the last ring). But my favorite is the woman in the door. This is his beautiful bride who chooses to watch the drama on tv (the stadium is too loud), then waits patiently for her husband to return from the game for meal that will make even a loss less painful.

My wife is a crazy Redskin fan as well. She ain't staying home for nobody. If we get a pair of tickets to the game, you think she's giving it away to my Donovan (the next biggest Redskin fan after me?) Hell no. "Watch it on TV Don and look for us in the stands (Mom)"

My Jordan is coming around. He acts like he's not interested. But you can tell every year that he is breaking down a little more, feeling the Redskin blood slowely ooze through his veins, dreaming of all things maroon, and wanting to be as sexy as Joe Theismann was back in the day.