Per Redskins Insider, starting with Santana Moss:
Santana (groin) said he feels great after working out hard yesterday in pregame warmups and then again running routes this morning. Very enthused. Said earlier in his career he may have pushed really hard to play against the Lions but his past injury history and his belief in his teammates prompted him to turn his attention to Green Bay.
Pretty much ditto on Antwaan Randle El, described as "feeling okay" and Phillip Daniels, described as not in "need [of] pain killers to get through the night" (though the injury was
"crunchy"). No business like the NFL, huh? Marcus Washington "expects to play".
Nothing gets by Ben, who points out that Fred Smoot got a little banged up yesterday:
Freddie Your Cruise Director: Fred Smoot was in and out of this game mainly playing at the end of the halves and got dinged in a collision with Sean Taylor in the fourth quarter. Looking at the line there were at least four completions made on Loveboat Freddie but none over nine yards, this was part of Gregg Williams' strategy to give the Lions short routes and collapse on receptions and make sure they go nowhere.
It turns out that Smoot was rehearsing for that "You wouldn't make it in the NFL" commercial where the dude straight up watches his finger get popped back into socket while the "you" passes out merely from being near the injury. Sick, sick business.
The only difference was that it wasn't Fred's finger, but shoulder, it wasn't a trainer, but Fred Smoot, and it wasn't a commercial. He is a crazy, awesome man:
"It came out but I threw it back in," he was telling Sonny and Sam. "We're good, we're good. I had panic out there. I panicked, I panicked out there, I thought I had broke it, but we're good."
"Wait," I asked him," your shoulder popped out and you threw it back in and now everything's fine?"
"Yeah, it came out, making a tackle, I threw it back in," he told me. "That happens to a lot of us. That's an every-day thing. Don't you get a writer's cramp right there?" he said, pointing to his right hand. "Don't your hand start [hurting] right there? I probably couldn't take that. It came out of place and then they put it back in. I'm good now."
"Wait," I asked him, "who put it back in?"
"[Bleep], I did, I got up and threw the thing back in," he said. "It's nothing. It's not like I threw my knee back in place. I never did that, I don't know a person that did that."
I could do that if, like, I wanted to.
