So, I have a small confession. I didn’t get to watch any of the game on Sunday. There was an engagement party. I blame the groom. While I know this is blasphemous, it was generally unavoidable in a happy girlfriend equals happy life kind of way. Most readers will side with the bewildered authors of the numerous texts I received during the game (that followed the same progression from stunned (wait, what?), to inquisitive (are you ok?!), to mocking (I remember reading about castration), to informative (RGIII is owning this game)), but I don’t. Let me explain why. For most of the last 15 years, the Redskins have made the second half of the season largely irrelevant. Yes, at times we had mathematical abilities to make the playoffs (that occasionally worked out) but in reality, we were not contenders. To me, the beginning of the season was the only time when I was actually excited (as my hopes hadn’t been crushed yet). This meant I HAD to watch opening day as it was one of a precious 6-8 games that actually mattered. So while I would have loved to see our Washington Redskins post 40 points in a winning, opening game effort at New Orleans, for the first time in years, its not that big a deal that I didn’t. This year, I’m optimistic that I still have at least 15 more games that matter, a refreshing concept that has been gone for too long.