If you haven’t read the preceding two posts yet, consider saving yourself a few minutes by simply skipping them.  In retrospect, my optimistic predictions about last night’s “showdown” seem a little bit… what’s the word… idiotic.

It’s Tuesday afternoon.  The game is over, and with it our hopelessly naive playoff aspirations.  Our egos are bruised and our senses comfortably numbed.  We have grown far, far too familiar with this miserable state of self-protective ambivalence.

Not that the newly paid McNabb is exclusively or even primarily to blame; every unit, every player, and every coach delivered much less than was required by circumstance.  Though led in their underachievement by Jim Haslett’s passive defense, the Redskins were strongly unified in failure.

Some beatings are so bad that even our wisest criticisms and advice are of literally no value.  So I won’t write any.

I don’t know where we go from here.