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Int. Owner’s Lounge at FedEx Field
[Mike Holmgren enters with his wife and daughter]
Jim Zorn: Attention everyone, if you’d please take a moment to welcome our guests of honor, Kathy and Calla Holmgren!
[polite applause]
Jim Zorn: And hello to you, Coach. I’m so happy you could all make it here for this send-off.
Mike Holmgren: Hey it’s my pleasure, Jim. We can’t thank you enough for arranging this get-together.
Zorn: Oh it wasn’t me, you have Mr. Snyder to thank for that. I’m not sure why, but he sure seemed eager to get you here tonight.


Int. Il Mulino’s Washinton DC location
Hostess: Hello, welcome to Il Mulino New York. How can I help you this evening?
Mark Sanchez: I’m supposed to be meeting some people from the Washington Redskins for dinner. Do you know if they’ve arrived yet?
Hostess: Yes Mr. Sanchez, I was told to expect you. Mr. Snyder and his guests arrived a few minutes ago, they’re waiting out on the patio.
Sanchez: Thank you.
[Sanchez approaches a table occupied by Dan Snyder, Vinny "Sarge" Cerrato, and Jim Zorn]

So this morning I woke up to news that the Redskins have inked both Albert “Stubblefield 2.0″ Haynesworth and DeAngelo Hall to long-term contracts worth a combined $155 million, $64 million of which is guaran-damn-teed.
ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME, ASSHOLES? HAVE WE NOT BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE? ARE YOU FUCKING SCHMUCKS TRYING TO FUCK US IN THE ASS FOR THE NEXT FIVE YEARS? COULDN’T YOU HAVE JUST BOUGHT ANOTHER FAILING THEME PARK? DOES IT EVEN BOTHER YOU THAT EVERY VETERAN IN THE LEAGUE LOOKS UPON YOUR FRANCHISE AS A PLACE TO COME GET PAID BEFORE TANKING FOR THE NEXT THREE YEARS? WHY DON’T YOU FUCKERS GO TAKE A FEW DOZEN SPINS ON THE BATMAN RIDE AT SIX FLAGS OVER GEORGIA?
With all that being said, WE HAVE THE BEST D-TACKLE IN THE GAME AND WE’RE GOING TO THE FUCKIN’ SUPER BOWL, WOOOOOOOOO! WHO’S WITH ME?

“I’M WITH YA, MAJ! BOOK THE PLANE TICKETS, MA, WE’RE PLAYIN’ ON SUPER SUNDEEEEEEE!”
Kill me.
Update: My man Wale weighs in on the overnight signings via Twitter: “i love hall…i think hes great…i just feel like we need an effective reciver to go with moss..randel el isnt whats hot in the streets”
So very true.
REDSKINS LAY OFF 20 PEOPLE. And Cerrato somehow survived. Actually, only two of the dismissals were on the football side. Either way, don’t listen to the village dipshits that point to this as a sign of the economy. Okay, maybe Snyder’s wiping his ass with 10s instead of 20s these days, but my inner skeptic tells me that this has less to do with paying the bills and more to do with the likelihood paying an inflated tax bill, once a certain president-elect starts work 11 days from now.
[Yahoo]
Make no bones about it: Washington, D.C. is an ugly city. Oh, not the city itself — L’Enfant’s vision for a noble capital city is wonderfully realized with wide avenues and stately marble buildings. I’m talking about the people.
The old saw of “Hollywood for Ugly People” is all too true. The only people who might be superficially attractive there are the collar-popping set: uptight bitches in pearls and cocky jackasses in the douchebag uniform of khakis, blue blazers, and floppy “punch-me” haircuts. Want an idea of how ugly DC is without the eyesore of going there? It has the highest percentage of sports bloggers per capita of any major American city.
Oh yeah, DC: you ugly. You ain’t got no alibi.
All this makes the existence of the Redskins Cheerleaders that much more remarkable. They are wildflowers growing through the cracked asphalt of a vacant lot. Like the duck-billed platypus, they are mysteries of nature, miracles of evolution, creatures too confounding and perfect for scientists to explain. And there’s a whole lotta evidence of that after the jump.
Yep, Jim Zorn was in rare form after the Redskins win over the Lions yesterday afternoon, especially when he misunderstood an a question from Ryan O’Halloran of the Washington Times.
Take that shit back to your conservative bosses and ask them how it feels to suffer from the wrath of the Zorn! Continue after the jump for the rest of the untelevised exchange