25 Years of Hating

Today I celebrate the 25th anniversary of me!

Yes, I know what you’re thinking – what is he writing about? Who cares that he turns 25 today? Its true, no ones comes to this blog to read about my feelings, unless they are somehow connected to that of a sports team. But now that I’m a quarter of a century old, I thought I’d turn this blog into more of a personal reflection of my life…

Just kidding!

The reason I bring up the 25th anniversary of my birth is that it is also, ironically, the 25th anniversary of the Super Bowl XVII champion Washington Redskins, who as you have probably guessed by now, I don’t like very much. Many of you probably don’t know (and I didn’t know until recently), that the 1982 season was actually cut short by a player strike and the NFL extended the regular season into January of 1983 and created a 16 team playoff tournament. Pretty crazy, isn’t it? The Baltimore Colts were one of the few teams who didn’t make the playoffs that year as they were 0-8-1. You can read more about it here.

My Mom has told me on many occasions that I sat in the hospital bed with her and watched the Redskins win Super Bowl XVII. It is so ironic that my first experience with sports had to be the sadness of the Skins winning a Super Bowl. But that wasn’t the worst part about 1983…
It began by the Colts having the first pick in the NFL draft that year, after finishing as I mentioned earlier, 0-8-1. I think I remember folks telling me that the Colts owner at the time, Robert Irsay, who was an alcoholic jackass, was mad that Baltimore hadn’t given him a new stadium so he basically made the team suck to spite them. More about this later, but Irsay was basically taking a page out of the movie “Major League” and from that Simpsons episode where they want to move the Isotopes (which I think was there way to poke fun at Irsay and the way he denied moving the Colts to Indy all along)




In the 1983 draft, the Colts selected John Elway. Elway, being the douchebag that he is (as far as I’m concerned he can rot in hell with Robert Irsay), threatened to not play in the NFL if the Colts didn’t trade him because he didn’t want to play in Baltimore. He said if he wasn’t traded, he would pursue his Major League Baseball Career with, guess who, the New York Yankees. So the Colts traded Mr. D-Bag to Denver and that continued a chain of events that resulted in the Colts sneaking out of Baltimore in the middle of the night on March 29th, 1984, at 3:00 A.M. in Mayflower Trucks.



So although I started writing this with the intention of talking about why I hate the Redskins, I ended up ranting about the Colts and why people should hate them. And don’t tell me that Art Modell did the same thing to Cleveland when he moved to Baltimore, because he didn’t. In short, Art left Cleveland’s history, name and colors in Cleveland and guaranteed an expansion team to the city. The Irsay’s on the other hand stole the Colts’ history in Baltimore and even though they agreed to support Baltimore in getting an expansion team, they backed out at the last minute and supported…Jacksonville. Yes Jacksonville, who despite making the playoffs, still can’t sell out their own stadium. Good move NFL. I rant about this in a previous post if you want more info. I think if Indy really wants to close the door on this whole thing, all they have to do is give Baltimore back the history they deserve. Did you know that John Unitas, may he rest in peace, had all mentions of his name in the NFL hall of fame removed because the bastard Irsay family said that he played for the Indianapolis Colts? He was so mad that it said he played for Indy and not Baltimore that he had his names removed from the hall of fame. If that doesn’t make you hate the Irsay family, I don’t know what will.

Anyway, on this day of my birth, I celebrate the Redskins’ Super Bowl Irony as well as the start of the long death of the Colts in Baltimore. I leave you with this – The Baltimore Colts Fight Song. You can listen to it here. Check out that page for other great information about the BALTIMORE Colts past!



Let's go you Baltimore Colts,
And put that ball across the line!
So, drive on you Baltimore Colts,
Go in and strike like lightning bolts!
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Rear up you Colts and let's fight!
Crash through and show them your might!
For Baltimore and Maryland,
You will march on to victory!