I root against the Seahawks every Sunday, unless I have money on them.
Outside of the Cowboys, Eagles and Giants, there's no Team I can't stand more.
In the Snyder era, every time - Every. F'ing. Time. - we find ourselves in the post-season, it's Seattle that sends us home. That last time was the worst. We finally had them on our turf, we had a 2 TD lead, momentum, and were going for the kill shot, when...(I can't go there again. I'll go to my grave blaming that on cheapo Dan and the field conditions that day, which were completely under his control)...
...and then there was that BS win over the Packers with the faux refs. Given the situation, and how obvious of a blown call that was, Wilson and Tate had no business being so smarmy and smug in their post-game interviews, and if you want to blame it on the 'youth factor', then Carroll or someone administrative should have been chaperoning them, and had them put a sock in it.
I like the sentiment someone posted the other day, Sebowski, I think it was, something to the effect of 9 times out of 10, but we only have to play 'em once.
I long for the good old days, when those losses would be etched in the brain of the entire organization, and whatever the era of the Team that took the field, they'd be sufficiently amped to play hard enough to take a few ears, if not a surprise 'W'.
If we can't put a beating on these guys on the scoreboard, I hope somebody in burgundy and gold leaves the field with a pocketful of teeth, any eye, or some sort of momento.
There's sufficient cause to want blood, and I want it.
...and that's why, despite me being in my mid-40's - and being the primary Owner of the tickets that have been in our family since close to 1937 - that I'm not allowed to go to the games any more, until the Redskins' fortunes change. Call me what you will, but even sans alcohol, I can't maintain my self control in that atmosphere, which is already disfunctional on the part of our own fans, much less a bunch of yahoos making a spectacle of themselves rooting for the opponent. I just have to say something, and invariably that escalates, and although I've never had anyone take me up on the offer, sooner or later, that dog's gonna hunt, and now I have a fiancee and stepson to think about.
Ugh, rant over. I really don't like the Seahawks and I hope we whip their asses.