Sunday, September 23

Redskin. Noun. Dated. Offensive.

Right now, Complementary Spouse Britt Shirley and I are watching the end of the Potomac River Drainage Basin Indigenous Persons game. (They're losing to the New York Giants, but they have the ball and there's about a minute left.)

I can't decide what's uglier: the team's throwback jerseys, or the fact that we, as a society, continue to tolerate "Redskins" as the name of a professional sports franchise.

It's a close call. The jerseys are reaaaaaaally ghastly.

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