My Kool-Aid tastes sour!

So, being like four days away from the kick-off to another season of Redskins fandom, reality's set in. I have been lapping up the daily articles in the Washington Post, about this guy or that guy and how great they are, how Greg Blache is basically the same thing as Gregg Williams, how Jim Zorn is a renaissance character who will intelligently resurrect 40-point football games in the nation's capitol. Even though Dan Snyder's a retarded fantasy football owner but with a real team, I had convinced myself that he somehow plucked an undiscovered gem in Jim Zorn, even though Snyder is far from known for discovering hidden talents.
And of course, there's Vinny Cerrato sitting there, mucking things up as usual. They made a step in the right direction and actually kept their draft picks this year instead of trading them all to Denver for Chad Johnson somehow. And they made ten selections. Their top three choices were all receivers, one of whom overslept one of his first OTAs, and the other two are half-crippled like MOST INTELLIGENT SCOUTS HAD THEM and have missed significant preseason time. One of them might even get IRed and lost for the season. Great job there Cerrato.
But the greatest thing is they picked a punter - which no one does - and had a battle for the punting position. The incumbent - Derrick Frost - got cut yesterday, and he made a scene about how it was just Cerrato not wanting to cut a draft pick so as to not look like the dumbass he really is. And even though punters are fairly interchangeable for the most part, he has a point, as the team also kept cornerback Justin Tryon, who has been most notable this preseason for allowing plays of 20-plus yards. I mean, as much as I want to believe the Redskins are bound to be great again, there's fucking Snyder and Cerrato, fucking it all up. It really is amazing how quickly they could dismantle everything Gibbs had done, and honestly, in retrospect, I think he has not gotten nearly the credit he should for taking what is an almost impossible to conquer challenge, and took them to the playoffs twice in three years. People thought that he tarnished his legend, but once the football histories have been written and Dan Snyder is dead and gone, the football archivists will talk about how great Gibbs was to have carved out even nominal success under such a retarded tyrant.
And man, don't even get me started on Jason Taylor. He was a primadonna in Dolphinland, and when the Skins knee-jerk signed him after training camp injuries, all my Redskin buddies were like, "This is great man, top player, blah blah blah." And all I could think about was what a soft ass fucker Taylor really is, how he says all the right things but just comes across as a dick for some reason, and how Bill Parcels was probably laughing a hearty cholesterol-laden laugh when he dumped Taylor off on the Skins for a 2nd round pick, being he was gonna outright cut the guy a couple weeks later anyways. And low and behold, Mr. Dancing with the Stars is already gimped up. He's saying he's gonna be ready for the opener Thursday night, but that punk ass bitch always says the right thing. When you are dealing with a babyfaced Hollywood wannabe like that, they are gonna say what you want to hear, to keep the PR image up. That light-skinned motherfucker better get like 30 sacks this year, or at least cripple Tony Romo, or else in my eyes he's a blaspheme against the name TAYLOR on the back of a Redskins jersey.
Man, Sean Taylor. That was only last fall, and it seems like an entirely different team. That should've been a galvanizing moment not just for last season's playoff run, but for this year as well. Instead, they've been auctioning off the Manimal's stuff from his northern Va. home, Gregg Williams is in Jacksonville, and the Redskins are suiting up for a much ballyhooed fireworks-enabled season opener for the NFL. Man, it's gonna suck. I went from believing they could win, to hoping they win, to now where I hope they just keep it close. My Kool-Aid ran out fast this fucking year.