[CRedskinsRule]

note: stolen from a different board, modified for here.

For nearly eight whole months, you tried to suppress it.

You tried different homemade therapies to minimize your cravings.

There were those sneak peaks during the combine.

You allowed some excitement when Haynesworth signed

Cheers when Orakpo was signed in the draft.

Then Cursed the FO when our OLine hadn't changed

Pill popping Excedrin Migraine caplets became the norm while reading one Terl tweet… twirp… whatever… after another.

The regular season still hasn’t arrived yet, but the first preseason game is just a few short hours away.

The miniature Clinton Portis/Dexter Manley/Sam Huff cries out from the back of your skull, “IT AIN’T REAL FOOTBALL!!!!!!!”, but the tiny Joey T/Darrell Green squatting in your nostrils whispers that it certainly smells like it though.

It pulls at your gut. For half a second, you say it's only hunger pains. Your stomach yells, “UNCLE!” after downing that fifth drumstick and you regrettably concede, “That’s ain’t it, dang it!”.

There aren’t enough cotton balls to shut out Hank Williams Jr. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL!

Pack it in ladies and gentlemen. Give up. Surrender to temptation.

The Washington Redskins are about to take the field again. And even though it’s a glorified scrimmage, the relief flowing over you is a good thing.

Be happy. Your stomach sure will be. { BURP! }