Bleeding Burgundy and Gold

My beloved Redskins have had some hard luck lately. That BS call in Tampa Bay, for instance: Yeah yeah, it was a terrible call, but the 'skins brought in on themselves: Everyone in the stadium knew who was getting the ball. All they had to do was stop a slow, fat, over-the-hill fullback who is physically incapable of running more than three yards (but all he needed was two). Gruden lacks the imagination to try anything else in that situation. So the 'skins stopped him short, but not quite decisively enough; in a game that had the worst officiating I've ever seen in the NFL (bad calls going for both teams), and knowing exactly who's getting the ball, they let the runner get close. Inexcusable.

But the thing about being a football fan is there's really nothing you can do about it. Since that Tampa game, I've sat helplessly and watched bad plays, crazy coaching, stupid penalties, and obnoxious Raiders fans at FedEx field. Out of my hands.

Until today.

Is it possible that any announcer could better hit the exacta of annoying and uninformed than Brian Baldinger? One of the challenges associated with following a second-tier team like Washington is that you get the second (or ninth) tier announcers. This I'm subjected to Baldinger's "analysis" more than any human should have to. And the thing is... it's ok to be clueless. No one will think less of you. But when you combine the bliss of ignorance with a completely fake forceful, authoritative tone, it makes one scramble to hit the mute button.