Growing up, I hated the Washington Redskins (now the Commanders). When the Colts weren’t on TV, Redskins’ games were jammed down our throats, even the torturous ones against cellar-dwellers like the Cardinals, Falcons and Lions. Making things even worse, nationally featured games were blacked out here in Baltimore because we were within the viewing radius of DC and therefore subjected to the painful visuals of George Allen and his tribe.
Back then we didn’t have options. If you wanted to watch the NFL, you had to take what they fed to your TV market. And that only fueled my disdain for the colors of burgundy and gold.