Losing is a Being

I detest losing to the Dallas Cowboys. They are hands down the most disrespectful, entitled group of horse hockey jocks ever to damn a football field with their excrescences. They have egos like swole dog ticks that explode when you pick them off.

Losing to them means we are corpses.

Ergo, we in Commanders Land are less than exploding dog ticks.

Losing is a being. It has a life of its own. It is like a flash mob created by an internet lie. It is a living parasite. It is an egregore. An esprit de corps. A mass delusion. A mass hysteria. A group hallucination. It is expectorated by a culture of talking heads who leverage their victims into no-win scenarios. It is a tautology. Beings of losing are the children of no-win scenarios. 

It is a bad case of situational football. And the situation was bad to begin with. Lame duck coaches. Players who work like temps with "I'm just a temp" attitudes.

How can you sell a football team to a fanbase that knows the players and coaches are all from the Temp Agency? They are like guest stars in a bad movie.

This is how the team playing football in Washington, perhaps inevitably, becomes annually the official practice dummies of the National Football League. 

Which in a sense is good because the Dallas Cowboy Community is now gilding its own lilly by bragging about beating a team of practice dummies and are about to suggest its turkey leg chomping sashay through the Washington Commanders indicates they are Super Bowl Bound. 

No. It indicates the onset of a viral case of self-love that does not relent until the annual first round playoff bubble burst the Cowpokes routinely suffer. It is their karma. It is what they get when they brag they are the football Gods now. Like the Queen in Clash of the Titans.

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That's funny. In Ten Days, Hades releases the Kraken.

That's exactly how much time the Commanders have to release their Kraken.

Do they have a Kraken to release?

Beats me. It seems they have been hypnotized by the Losing Being. The Team seems to have been demonically possessed by the narrative the Sports Moutheratis have composed for them. Guest stars in bad movies always get the worst lines. The Commanders could all be up for Golden Raspberries. NFL Officiating is up for Worst Actor in a Drama Series.

But its all on the NFL and its Media. They're the script writers. And its all depressing BS. It is way past time Washington tore up those scripts. They're stupid. Tedious. Annoying. WRONG. Little better than bathroom wall writing. We get it, slicks. They're not supposed to win. They haven't been supposed to win for years. We understand. It's a damn show. You want the Stars to win big ratings. The Pretty Boys Rule.

We Commanders fans don't think it's a damn show. We think it's a damn fight.

The NFL sticks to its storylines. Only Pro Wrestling does it better. 

Sometimes though you got to be like Bret Hart. You got to hate the Pretty Boy. Tear up the stinkin script and lay waste to everything that stands.  

The scripts written by the NFL and its cognoscenti are toilet paper. You've heard the old saying I wipe my hands of the situation? 

I recommend the Commanders wipe their butts of the situation in the best sense of situational football. In demonstrative appreciation of the literary value of NFL scripts. 

Just tear up the stinkin scripts every swinging guy every swinging play.