Well, this changes everything, doesn't it?
Suddenly the Redskins found the end zone. (All right, it took almost eight full quarters to do it, but let's not sweat the details, okay?) Suddenly, Mark Brunell looks like an NFL quarterback. Again. (Yeah, yeah, he didn't for about 55 minutes; yada-yada-yada. Don't be a party pooper, okay?) Suddenly, Joe Gibbs looks like a genius. Again. He's getting the Gatorade bath. Again.
Suddenly, there's no anxiety about that, um, Peter Ramsey thing. Er, wait, the Patrick Ramsey thing.
Suddenly, there's hope in Washington for a winning team. Again. A playoff team. Again. Gosh, it's been a long time. Maybe even a Super . . . nah, let's not go there.
But even with an anemic offense that's only plus-three over two games, the Redskins are 2-0. Twenty-seven teams in the NFL have outscored them, but the Redskins are 2-0. That's hardly an impressive 2-0. It's surely not a scary 2-0.
But let's look at who isn't 2-0. The Eagles aren't. The Falcons aren't. The Panthers aren't. And, hello, the Cowboys sure aren't. How do you think the Tuna was liking his eggs yesterday morning?
So here's what's coming now: People in this town will become immediately insufferable. All the way through the bye week, they'll be dreaming of dominance again, and bleating that if the offense could only catch up a bit to the defense this team could be really special. And they'll longingly whisper a nine-letter word, beginning with "B" and ending with "wagon."
Satan, get thee behind me.