robert griffin the third



I'm technically at work right now, covering the Sunday shift for BroBible, but that hasn't stopped me from cracking open my third Genesee Cream Ale, the first two consumed in the span of 15 minutes, after I watched Robert Griffin the III huck an interception off his back leg (the one that isn't made of dental floss and painter's tape) into an end zone where the closest Washington receiver was somewhere south of Richmond.