Dear Washington Redskins,
I have followed you with vigour and overwhelming exuberance my entire life. However, you have followed me with never learning, with shitting on the hopes and dreams of the entire city, and acting like a lot of 2 year olds trying to learn to use a full sized bike. If you behave tomorrow in the draft like you have in past years and make a bone headed move, knowing damn well that you’ve already shitted away all of your middle round picks, I’m done. I fucking quit. I’ve spent far to may years of my life and money I’ve earned to keep giving a shit about a team that is run by people who are fucking retarded.

With forced loved that I wish I could break,
James.