There I was, sitting in a sports bar in Salisbury Massachusetts, wearing my faded Art Monk jersey, surrounded by Patriots fans. I came to the bar embarrassed, ready for a beat down by the Patriots, their fans, and my friends sitting with me in the middle of the room. The bartender called me brave, being the only Skins fan in sight. My friends called me a moron for wearing my Skins jersey. After the Grossman fumble for a touchdown, I swear everyone was laughing at me. I just shook my head, my face turning the color of Shanahan's when he is upset. Typical Redskins.
I stayed there and rooted my ass off. I rooted my ass off watching Roy Helu run through the Patriots line like he was running through the sea that Moses parted. I rooted my ass off watching Rex Grossman stand tall in the pocket and complete passes downfield as if his two starting tackles weren't missing. I rooted my ass off as the Redskins receivers continuously got open in the middle of the field despite missing their number one receiving threat. I also rooted my ass off when the Skins defense held the Patriots to field goals or an interception while in the red zone. I especially rooted my ass off when London Fletcher nailed Tom Brady, which resulted in the talk turning into how much of a pu$$@ Tom Brady is, despite the bogus penalty.
I left the bar today, not feeling like I expected to feel. I wasn't humiliated. I wasn't ashamed. I wasn't angry. I was proud. I wasn't proud of one individual or one specific play. I was proud of the team. I was proud when the game was over and people I didn't even know came up to me to say "good game". I was proud when listening to sports talk radio on my way home and the hosts were talking about how much credit they needed to give to this Redskins team, the defense in particular. To think of all the obstacles we needed to overcome this game and to be 5 yards away from tying or winning the football game, I held my head high and smiled the whole hour drive home thinking about the potential this team has in the upcoming years. My hat goes off today to Redskins Nation, the players, the coaches, and the fans. Even though we lost the game, I feel as though we gained something so much greater...Hope!