Unbeknownst to me, Redskins defensive lineman Adam Carriker often eats breakfast twice on game day, since he often loses his lunch after the first breakfast. So to speak.
“I usually have spaghetti, because there’s lots of carbs,” he explained on his 4th and Pain show recently. “Kind of a weird thing to eat for breakfast. But I also have oatmeal. I try to eat some chicken breast to get a little bit of protein in. The funny story is about half the time, I have to get two plates. Because half the time I’ll eat, and throw it up, and I’ll have to eat the other plate, because I’m just so anxious, so ready to go play the game. And sometimes, when I don’t throw it up, I have this extra plate of food that I leave for the maid.”
Now, this seemed worthy of mention to me, because it fits into my long history of writing about the Redskins and vomit. Like Redskins defensive linemen arguing over which of them vomited during strength workouts. Or offensive linemen (and London Fletcher) telling amazing on-field vomit stories. Or Fletcher talking about “puking all over the place” after his recent surgeries.
To pad this post, I figured I’d dig some great Redskins vomit stories out of the archives, but it appears I’ve written more on the topic than anyone in the history of The Washington Post. And most of the previous mentions were not of the humorous breakfast spaghetti variety.
Like this Tom Friend story about Dave Butz’s weight loss in October of ’87:
Butz’s system was originally thrown off last week when – according to trainer Bubba Tyer – he drank contaminated water on a hunting trip. Early last week, he repeatedly vomited, so he figured he’d better stop eating. He kept getting sick, so he figured he’d better tell Redskins doctors. He had lost 21 pounds by last Saturday, and he checked into a hospital that day. You know the rest. He got out of bed Sunday morning, showed up at RFK Stadium and sacked the Jets’ Ken O’Brien late in the game to ruin a New York scoring drive.
Or this Boz column about Gus Frerotte in October of ’94:
Against the Cardinals on Sunday in RFK Stadium, [Heath] Shuler had the flu and a twisted ankle. He vomited at halftime and limped between plays. He showed grit in even trying to perform. But he also played extremely poorly.
Or this Dave Sell game story after a loss in Tampa in ’95:
Ninety minutes before the contest at Tampa Stadium, the temperature on the field was 102 degrees, and the 72 percent humidity made the air feel as heavy as the worst Washington summer day. Players on both sides blacked out, vomited and crumpled from muscle cramps.
See, none of that is the slightest bit funny. Why did Shirley Povich never write about Redskins players of yesteryear vomiting up breakfast spaghetti? So weird.