2005 Point & Laugh At The taterskins Thread

[EJ72]

Is that Abe Vigoda?

Hey. Don't be insulting Abe like that.

Abe was entertaining, Gibbs is just an anomaly in the chain of evolution.

[EJ72]

By demoting Ramsey, Gibbs isn't saying he knows the answer.

If I were Ramsey, I would be telling the whole organization in no uncertain terms to kiss my ass. First they jerk him around his rookie season with Matthews and Wuerffel. In and out all year long. In '03 he never got his job back from Hasselbeck after a concussion. Last year they screw him over in favor of Brunell, only to come crawling back to him in the 2nd half. Now this.

If he were drafted by a team that didn't have a bunch of yahoos coaching and running things, he could be a good QB.

[General_Failure]

He'd at least be Boller.

[PhillyPhreak54]

Seriously. I think that guy has mental problems. The love for Joe Gibbs is borderline "go look in your kitchen, Joe. There's a boiling bunny rabbit" psycho.

[Larry]

Joe Gibbs is overrated.  Bobby Beathard is the guy who assembled that great talent which Gibbs parlayed into a HOF bust.  Players and talent trump coaching anyday (hence the successes of Ditka, Switzer & Madden among others); and the former is the domain of the GM/front office, something that the current Skins lack.

He's another Tom Flores in my book.

[phattymatty]

I can't believe I'm rooting for Dallas tonight.

[General_Failure]

I can't believe you're not rooting for a terrorist attack tonight.

[PhillyGirl]

I'm not.

As much as I hate the Skins, they are much worse a team than dallas is and the Eagles will crush them easily in both games this year. If any team has any chance of beating the Eagles, its the Cowboys. I want them to lose as much as possible because of that.

They are like the best of the shtein in our division.

[PoopyfaceMcGee]

In a game like this, it's easiest to root for injuries.

[PhillyGirl]

In a game like this, it's easiest to root for injuries.

Or for the stadium to blow up.

But then someone would win the Ghoulpool. lol

[rjs246]

I can't believe you're not rooting for a terrorist attack tonight.

That's exactly what I'm rooting for. All friendly countries to calibrate their nukes by launching all missiles at the 50-yard line.

As much as I hate the Skins, they are much worse a team than dallas is and the Eagles will crush them easily in both games this year. If any team has any chance of beating the Eagles, its the Cowboys. I want them to lose as much as possible because of that.

They are like the best of the shtein in our division.

Agree 100%. If choosing to root, I'll root for the Skins because while they have no hope of competing, the Cowboys have some hope of competing and a 2-0 Skins team will still end up going 6-10 while a 2-0 Cowboys team could go 9-7 or 10-6.

[Tomahawk]

I'm rooting for the taterskins as well, but not because of the aformentioned logic (I'm still a little suprised to see a woman use it - good job, PG).

The taterskins must score as many points as possible to allow another victory in a FFL.

[MDS]

Gotta root for Dallas 

1) Art, the Chief Gibbs Ball Sucker, is at the game as a member of the media courtsey of taterskins.com. He cannot have a fun trip, besides the late night visits to Gibbs' room.

2) The taterskins haven't beaten the Cowboys in 5 years or something like that. It's too funny not to continue.

3) Neither team is even close to as good as the Eagles. Whats the difference if Dallas starts 2-0 or Washington starts 2-0? None. The both still suck.

[PhillyPhreak54]

Arthur F. Taintlicker's diary:

Ok, so, this may be the only entry in this thing. Maybe there'll be more. Depends on how I feel and the access we have. Here's my "Going to Dallas" Diary so far .

-- Friday, Sept. 16, 5 p.m.: Team upgraded our hotel to the very one the team will stay in. Eric and I will keep sentinel in the lobby reporting any curfew violations. . Will work to see if we can slip on to the team bus for the trip to the stadium. Dream big, you know .

-- Saturday, Sept. 17, 3 p.m.: Wearing taterskins gear at a running store my wife made me go to for a baby jogger, the girl behind the counter said, "Hey, you're a taterskin fan. My mom's in Maryland and never misses a game." Almost before she could finish, I blurted out, "I'm going to the game. With the team." I felt like I was about five .

-- Saturday, Sept. 17, 4 p.m.: Arriving home, I did something I never do. I went with my wife to the mailbox where I was exposed to neighbors I would have to talk to. I did this so I could say, "I'm going to the game on Monday." Now getting to about 4 years of age I think.

-- Saturday, Sept. 17, 5:30 p.m.: Called best friend to taunt him about the fact I was going to the game. He screens calls and knew better than to pick up .

-- Saturday, Sept. 17, 9 p.m.: Best friend called back thinking I'd calmed down some. Discovering I hadn't, he said, "Your article was too long." If he was on the internet he'd be the biggest jerk on the internet . Talked about Bears game and he promised to look for me on the sidelines on Monday.

-- Saturday, Sept. 17, 11 p.m.: Printed out boarding pass, directions from airport to team hotel, directions from hotel to stadium, tucked them in carry on bag with picture of my baby girl and my dad.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 8 a.m.: "What are you going to wear?" asks dutiful wife. Bless her. I don't know. I figure my full game-day regalia is a no-no in the press box. The Mills No. 50 taterskins jersey probably would be looked at a bit skeptically, you know, by all those pros I'll be with in the press room. So, I check weather.com figuring hot here in September is around 80 for a high. Texas around 85 or so I figure. Uh, nope. High today of 100. High tomorrow of 99. Minnesotans don't have clothes suited for that weather. Heat explains blithering Cowboy fans here as it must take a lot out of a guy.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 11:45 a.m.: In the car. Heading to the airport. Baby Brynn asleep. Wife needs food, adding to stress level. WOMEN.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 1:00 p.m.: Meet Eric in MSP airport as he connected through. Hit the plane. Life is good. On the way to Dallas.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 4:02 p.m.: Hit the gate in Dallas. HOLY HELL, it's hot. I hate this place and the Cowboys even more for making me come to this hellish pit.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 4:45 p.m.: In line for rental car. See a dozen or so Skins fans wandering about. Good showing up guys. Call hotel to assure reservations are secure. They say, "Yes, Mr. Mills." So, I ask, "No, I mean, have the reservations been taken care of." They say, "Yes, sir, you're with the group." The group being the Washington taterskins. WICKED COOL!!!

-- Sunday, Sept, 18, 5:10 p.m.: Arrive in hotel lot. Blondie calls to see what's up. She's at the team hotel from last year. Poor thing.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 5:18 p.m.: Check in. Treated like royalty. We're with the group you know. Discover I'm woefully under dressed for occasion. Head to room to change.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:00 p.m.: Eric and I enter hotel lobby, greeted by lovely site of entire team chilling out. I'd changed, but, now I would have fit right in for dress. Players looking pretty loose, milling around readying for dinner and meetings.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:02 p.m.: Eric and I decide to stand in the group looking like we belong. See first "honey" only available professional athletes. Must go lift or something. NICE.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:10 p.m.: Meet up with PR to get passes for game. Looking for anyone we might otherwise know so they might confirm we belong .

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:18 p.m.: Enter sports bar for first drink. Start seeing scores. See our first "friend" as Karl Swanson was looking for a place to park and smoke cigars. He joins us with one Sonny Jurgenson. How cool is that. We sat with Sonny smoking cigars and chatting about football.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:25 p.m.: Meet Mike Dillow who introduces himself as, "You know, Mr. Port-a-Potty." Good work Mike.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:35 p.m.: Joined at our table by Larry Michael drinking something suspiciously like water. Must get this corrected.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 6:45 p.m.: Joined at our table by one Sam Huff. Eric and I just coolin' with Sonny, Larry, Sam, Karl and other team officials. The trip is already worth it.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 8 p.m.: Eat dinner watching game. Norv is Norv through and through.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 9 p.m.: Call Blondie to tell her we're booked up. She laments not being there to get Sonny to sign a card she had.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 10 p.m.: Sam heads to bed.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 10:20 p.m.: Sonny heads up for the night.

-- Sunday, Sept. 18, 10:45 p.m.: Great evening ends. Lots of choice comment you'll never get to hear. Sorry suckers .

-- Monday, Sept. 19, 5:45 a.m.: I wake up feeling strange. The room is dark. I'm comfortable. Trying to place it, I finally do. I woke up because I had to pee. I.E. NOT because my baby screamed on the monitor.

-- Monday, Sept. 19, 8 a.m.: Eric calls, ruining what was another three or four hours of sleep to come. Apparently front desk didn't take me seriously when I asked them to call me at 7:30 and cry like a child. Will have to address that. I mean, at $400 a night, you'd think they'd bark like a dog, wouldn't you?

-- Monday, Sept. 19, 8:45 a.m.: Finishing breakfast, I discover the hoops game has been moved up. Walking out of the area, I spot Sam Huff chatting up an inconspicuous defensive coordinator named Gregg Williams. I could smell his after shave and I didn't even lick his face, though I should have .

-- Monday, Sept. 19, 9:15 a.m.: Trying to find the basketball court in this sprawling complex. Once again forced to endure Texas heat walking outside. This place sucks. Anyway, I look lost and this LOVELY blonde approaches me asking if I need some help. I told her I needed to find the gym. She started to lead me, showing heightened interest in my every word. It dawned on me, "She's flirting with me." We continued to walk when I figured out why. "So, maybe I could go to the game tonight and we could hang out after." Yes. MY FIRST FOOTBALL GROUPIE. In full taterskin garb, she thought I was a player. I said, "Uh, um, well, why are you asking me." Blonde, foolish, she says, "You play right?" Here, a smart, unmarried man with no seven-month old baby at home says, "Yes. My name is, uh, Casey Rabach." This honest, married man with a baby at home says, "Nope. I'm just a fan the team let's hang out like a groupie. You know how that is." She didn't say, "Quite," but she did say, "The gym's right down there," and left me alone thinking about what could have been. Told wife this story and informed her rather vigorous rewards are required at the homestead on Tuesday.

-- Monday, Sept. 19, 3 p.m. -- Head outside and see Monday Night Football trucks and one Sonny Jurgenson sitting outside relaxing, smoking a cigar. Talked about our picks and helped him make his for next week. He's come to rely upon my football knowledge, what can I say .

Heading to the stadium soon. Updates will be after the game.

Psycho.

[MDS]

What a nut. They're just a football team. A really, really mediocre football team.