THANKS! I had resigned myself to the fact that I was the last living person (at least in SC) who remembered Riggins and the Hogs! I was then a graduate student at American University, and every so often a salesperson for a lab-supply company would come and say "I have an extra ticket for the Redskins game next Sunday, would you like to go?" Would I? With my family in Europe, I was by myself in the weekends, glued to the tv set. Me and my pet betta fish, named Joe Theismann, by the way. So, next Sunday I would be at RFK, in full war paint regalia, screaming like a maniac. Once, I even talked the choir at the Catholic chapel at school to sing "Hail to the Redskins" for a recessional... you should have seen father's Paul expression! Oh, well, thanks for bringing great memories back.
Hail to the Redskins !
Hail to victory !
Braves on the war path !
Fight for old D.C !
Run or pass and score,
We want a lot more !
Beat em, Swamp em, Touchdown,
Let the points soar !
Fight on... Fight On...
Til you have won,
Sons of Washington !
P.S. I always thought the last line said "loyal sons of Washington"
I was a dj in a nightclub in Fairfax, Va during the Redskins/Hogs era! P.J.Skidoos. Coy Bacon, Jacoby, Riggins, Butz, Moseley and sometimes Art Monk would come into the bar on Saturday night before a home game. They’d drink and dance like there was no tomorrow then play and win the next day. Their favorite “psyche” song was “Ain’t No Stoppin Us Now”.