New Team Starts Up in January

Seems like the Washington Commanders don't really do anything substantive until January when most observers believe current head coach Ron Rivera will be relieved of his duties.

That is when the fun begins. The fun ended, if we are to believe Montez Sweat, and I don't see why not, with the Chicago Bears decapitation of the Rivera Regime a while back.

There are a few games left to be played during the which I expect the Commanders to be the exhibition team otherwise known as the Washington Generals. Old timers may recall that the Generals were the team the Harlem Globetrotters always whipped in their sports entertainment exhibition games.

In basketball, the Generals were the equivalent of the Three Stooges. Some Globetrotter tricks were performed off their foreheads. Slapstick basketball.

With the Washington NFL franchise, a routine transformation takes place around this time of the football year when their pretense of being a professional football team is entirely shed in favor of becoming the league's practice dummies. 

The Football version of the Washington Generals.

I'm sure the Rams have sent Ron Rivera a honey-do list detailing the schemes they'd like to test their guys against. Maybe they have a play they want to bounce off the forehead of Casey Toohill. Maybe they want to fine tune their double moves versus Forbes.

Maybe a circus performance would be sufficient motivation for the Commanders but I doubt it. I was hoping EB had some entertaining trick plays. Maybe The Green Bay Sweep. The Statue of Liberty play. The Richard Nixon Play. The Swinging Gate.

I was thinking a return to 1966 might be fun. With Sam Howell doing his best Jurgy and McLaurin making like Bobby Mitchell.

But nothing fun is about to happen because, as Sweat pointed out, they are just waiting for the end of the season. 

There is no reason to watch them then. It is garbage yards, garbage points, and garbage games from this point forward. It brings back memories of Bill Callahan and Terry Robiskie. 

Got to find something else to occupy my time with on Sundays . . . again.