Last night, with seven minutes left in the third quarter, this happened.
Having just scored his second touchdown of the night to put the Steelers up by 18, Antonio Brown may as well have been pelvic thrusting the final nail in the the Redskins’ week one coffin.
On any other night, in any other stadium, I would have emphatically cheered Antonio Brown’s rhythmic pelvic thrusts–twerks, as the kids say–if only because it’s one of those rare celebrations that is both funny and humiliating for the opposing team, and therefore flies directly in the face of a league that seems hell bent on stripping individuality and the basic constructs of fun out of every benign aspect of the game.
But last night, as a Redskins fan, it felt like Brown was already dancing on the grave of the 2016 season.
Happens every eight years… #Redskins pic.twitter.com/QksvuqUzk5
— Neil Dalal (@NeilDalal96) September 13, 2016
That may sound hyperbolic (Hi! Welcome to this blog!), but it was hard to ignore that dismal feeling beginning to swell in your gut. Just three plays prior, Ben Roethlisberger casually picked up a snap that he fumbled out of the shotgun and nonchalantly heaved it downfield to a guy named Sammie Coates for a 42-yard gain. It was those kinds of utterly demoralizing plays (the Steelers’ second touchdown–a deflection that conveniently landed in the hands of Eli Rogers–was another one) that set the overriding tone for the night.
How did they complete this TD?!?
Off Sammie Coates’ hands…and straight to Eli Rogers.
That’ll work. #PITvsWAS https://t.co/8JStumeNLo— NFL (@NFL) September 13, 2016
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ball, Washington’s offense sputtered ineffectively down the field thanks to an inoffensive run game and the kind of quarterback play that we all hoped we wouldn’t see, even if we knew it was distinctly possible.
The gut reaction, of course, is to throw ourselves headlong off the the edge of a cliff and drown in despair. Understandably, that’s a hard feeling to resist when the expectations have been set uncharacteristically high. Some, apparently, were even wondering if Colt McCoy should have a shot at the starting role, solidifying the theory that quarterback instability is a Washington fan’s filthy, soiled security blanket.
Yes, there was plenty to hate about that game. Bashaud Breeland absorbed most of it, while the rest was doled out to a helpless defensive line that looked thoroughly gassed by the third quarter, a running game that never got started, and the coaching staff’s steadfast refusal to put a cornerback that’s spent the majority of the preseason telling everyone he’s the league’s best DB on, I dunno, the league’s best receiver.
On the other hand this game served as a necessary and sobering dose of reality. Whether it’s enjoyable to admit or not, this team is still in the rebuilding stages, and if we want to get real frank, we can’t even be sure that the foundation is stable. What you saw last night was merely a 60-minute distillation of that somber reality. This was a good team with a boatload of talent and experience (a 10-6 team that very nearly knocked the Super Bowl champs from the playoffs in January) against a notoriously middling franchise that likes the notion of winning more than the actual execution.
I woke up to sports-radio callers calling for Colt McCoy and ripping Jay Gruden. This is dumb. Stop this. https://t.co/vGTY0dkD1X
— Dan Steinberg (@dcsportsbog) September 13, 2016
And maybe that stark realization doesn’t have to be the organization’s death knell. Shit, this is a team that lost their opening game to the Miami Dolphins last year and still managed to piece together a semi-respectable, if not watchable, season.
U be a dam fool to think Ima give up pump ya breaks it’s corner u win some u lose some hats off to @AntonioBrown84 until we meet again
— Bashaud Breeland (@Salute_me17) September 13, 2016
So, no, Breeland is not as horrendous as he looked against Brown last night (who, by the way, torched Denver’s Chris Harris Jr. for 189 and two TDs in a week 15 matchup against Denver last year). And Cousins isn’t the jittery, confused passer forcing throws into the chest of opposing defenders. And maybe the coaching staff will rethink it’s approach to Josh Norman, given the extra zeros tacked onto his paycheck every other Friday.
My col: Skins just met their New Normal. It hurt: 38-16. Welcome to a schedule w 6 teams that won 10-to-15 in ’15. https://t.co/sRrQjOlul4
— Thomas Boswell (@ThomasBoswellWP) September 13, 2016
But we’re also not going to be able to ignore the glaring weaknesses in this team that were probably there for the last four weeks, but just a little uncomfortable to openly discuss. Or the fact that a brutal schedule is going to feature more opponents like the Steelers that are accustomed to swiftly beating any thoughts of grandeur from our puny little heads.
At this point, our best hope is to find some kind of middle ground, and maybe learn to get a little comfortable there, for now.