[Viking2002]

My fantasy moment: seeing the look on that fat little pussy Daniel Snyder's face when the final gun sounds and he realizes that The Team Formerly Known As The Redskins just got their asses handed to them by The Mistake On The Lake. In Cleveland. I mean, I want that greedy, pompous, gutless, self-serving little bastard worn to a psychological nubbin and have a public mental breakdown. I want to see franchise sponsors and fan support keep hemorrhaging until FedEx Field is reduced to an empty, graffiti-tagged stadium full of crabgrass and ragweed. I want the tunnels to the locker rooms to smell like stale bus stop urinals and the bleachers strewn with empty bottles of malt liquor and Wild Irish Rose. If I could have thrown a hex for The Notorious RBG to live one more year in order to see Snyder's helicopter go down in flames onto the Wilson Bridge with him on it, I'd have worked my best mojo to make it happen. That team is the NFL's version of a reanimated corpse. Let it rot in the sun a little longer for entertainment purposes, then launch a crossbolt through it's skull.

[Buckeye Battle Cry]

Impy - tell us how you truly feel. I sense that you are holding back.

OTH, I couldn’t imagine the rage you would express if you were in my position - born and raised in Cincinnati with the Bungles held hostage by the pathetic and notoriously short-sighted and CHEAP Brown family.