For the Benefit of Mr. Moss
Having married into a maniacally fanatically exuberant Redskins family, where ~3% of our gross income goes towards life's necessities like Redskins Salt & Pepper shakers, I was not surprised to get the e-mail from my bride requesting that we hit one of the eight open training camp sessions.
Smart enough to avoid the 28,000+ throng at "Fan Appreciation Day", we went this morning instead, with a 7 o'clock planned departure time marred somewhat by the fact that Erin had gotten her mother up at 4.
Seems she was excited to get out to Ashburn, too. Test out her new digs.
Practice started early, around 0830, with stretches and dancing-girl calisthenics, followed by a little Xs versus Os. Not thrilling action, but neat to see the new coach, and be closer to famous players than we'd ever be. Except for that time at Dulles Airport next to Darrel Green.
Still, despite the early hour, this is DC in July, and the humidity levels were through the ... uh ... sky. Sweat stuck to us like glaze on a doughnut, and it was all I could do to keep Erin cool on the Redskins rug under the Redskins umbrella with the Redskins fan operated by Redskins batteries.
The final horn blew, and people started to pack up, though others hugged the walls and yelled for their favorite players to come over to sign autographs. Very few heeded the call, but Ainsley got excited when Santana Moss started heading over towards us.
Not only famous for catching the two fourth-quarter touchdowns to beat the Cowboys 14-13 in September of 2005, but he's also featured in my 16 Jan 06 entry. There were a couple dozen people around him, and with Erin fussing like the hot tater tot that she was, Ainsley was happy to just point him out to Ryan. Ainsley walked Erin around and handed Ryan to me, just as Santana started to break free from the mass of people, heading down the line one by one.
The person in front of me backed away, allowing me to set Ryan down on the fence and lean him back so he could look over at the Football Man. I saw that he had a Sharpee, so I took off Ryan's hat and held out the brim and, as he approached, I asked Ryan if he could say Hi to Mr. Moss. "Hi," said Ryan.
"Hey, what's up, little man?" said the famous millionaire. He signed the hat, and then asked if I wanted him to sign the back of Ryan's shirt, too. I said that'd be great. Scribblescribblescribble89, it says in both places.
And suddenly, it didn't seem all that hot anymore.
Smart enough to avoid the 28,000+ throng at "Fan Appreciation Day", we went this morning instead, with a 7 o'clock planned departure time marred somewhat by the fact that Erin had gotten her mother up at 4.
Seems she was excited to get out to Ashburn, too. Test out her new digs.
Practice started early, around 0830, with stretches and dancing-girl calisthenics, followed by a little Xs versus Os. Not thrilling action, but neat to see the new coach, and be closer to famous players than we'd ever be. Except for that time at Dulles Airport next to Darrel Green.
Still, despite the early hour, this is DC in July, and the humidity levels were through the ... uh ... sky. Sweat stuck to us like glaze on a doughnut, and it was all I could do to keep Erin cool on the Redskins rug under the Redskins umbrella with the Redskins fan operated by Redskins batteries.
The final horn blew, and people started to pack up, though others hugged the walls and yelled for their favorite players to come over to sign autographs. Very few heeded the call, but Ainsley got excited when Santana Moss started heading over towards us.
Not only famous for catching the two fourth-quarter touchdowns to beat the Cowboys 14-13 in September of 2005, but he's also featured in my 16 Jan 06 entry. There were a couple dozen people around him, and with Erin fussing like the hot tater tot that she was, Ainsley was happy to just point him out to Ryan. Ainsley walked Erin around and handed Ryan to me, just as Santana started to break free from the mass of people, heading down the line one by one.
The person in front of me backed away, allowing me to set Ryan down on the fence and lean him back so he could look over at the Football Man. I saw that he had a Sharpee, so I took off Ryan's hat and held out the brim and, as he approached, I asked Ryan if he could say Hi to Mr. Moss. "Hi," said Ryan.
"Hey, what's up, little man?" said the famous millionaire. He signed the hat, and then asked if I wanted him to sign the back of Ryan's shirt, too. I said that'd be great. Scribblescribblescribble89, it says in both places.
And suddenly, it didn't seem all that hot anymore.
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