January 4, 2013

In his Dec. 31 front-page article on the Redskins-Cowboys football game [“Riding rookies to the playoffs”], Dave Sheinin wrote: “As the final seconds ticked down, fans ignored the cold, and the oncoming blitz of winter behind it, and rejoiced in a season extended by a victory on a night when a loss would have ended it.”

I assume this was written from the cushy confines of the press box, not from the stands with the rest of us “common folk.” While we should have enjoyed the euphoria of a critical victory over Dallas, what actually prompted our rejoicing during the final seconds of the game was getting out of the stadium and going home after: 

●arriving two hours early to make sure we could find parking in lots filled with people tailgating, drinking and waiting in long lines for the portable toilets;

●having to deal with the “courtesy” of a fan behind us who began smoking when the game began;

●listening to a constant stream of vulgarities from fans in the row behind us who seemed to have a rather limited vocabulary;

●having to contend with the woman in front of my 8-year-old nephew who insisted on standing throughout the game, obstructing the view of the child sitting behind her;

●having to listen to a public-address system blaring music much louder than any range safe for human hearing (the noise of the fans was also quite loud, but at least that was to be expected); and,

●the final indignity of a drunk fan who vomited on my daughter and the elderly lady sitting next to her. This woman was brought to the game by her grandson and had climbed with her cane 22 rows to her seat. It was her first Redskins game. I doubt she will ever want to come again.

Just another game at FedEx Field.

Jerome P. Akman, Washington

I was raised by a father who was a coach at a small Presbyterian college in Ohio. He taught me about football, and the college taught me about the Second Coming. I did not know they were connected until I read The Post’s Dec. 30 front-page article about Robert Griffin III [“The power of III”].

Jane Shaffer, Staunton

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