Around this time last NFL season, I got in some trouble with my boss for too frequently saying that I thought the Washington Redskins’ Robert Griffin III would one day die on an NFL field.
In one post, I made some statements about how he was a Christ-like figure whose death was predetermined. In another, I said I actively hoped he would die so I wouldn’t have to watch him for the next ten years.
“Dude,” my boss said. “You can’t keep saying you want RG3 to die.”
“But that’s how I feel,” I responded.
But I’m a good employee, so I stopped.
And I’m not saying he will here. Just that after watching this play–and remember, this is an injury-prone dude on a 3-6 team–I don’t believe he will last two more years in the NFL.
He maybe won’t die, but he won’t have a body.
This is not how you safely slide to end a quarterback scramble. He’s lucky he still has a head.
Also, here he is almost separating his shoulder trying to stop a touchdown after throwing a pick.
Best of luck, Robert.