So I'm riding home on the Metro this evening and as Redskin fans arrive and depart, I don't even have to ask "who won" as I know that they didn't.

I get home in time to watch Dallas beat up on 'da Bears. How sweet it is.

As I've said many times, I love my new home here on the east coast, but the blue and silver team with the star will always have my heart over those pesky Redskins. I continually get the idea that they really are, and think of themselves as, the unloved stepchild of the NFL, always having to come in second to their superior big bro' (the Cowboys of Dallas).

And to think, when I was in Dallas, I really wasn't that big of a fan past the Troy, Emmitt and Michael years. Guess this is just comfort sports for me now.