When we last left Kirk Cousins, he was playing in the driving rain on one of the NFL's worst-maintained fields behind an offensive line consisting of two guys borrowed from the Ravens practice squad and three more plucked from a temp agency.
Cousins gamely endured the demolition derby: a franchise quarterback, scheduled to break the GNP but with a zero-dollar guarantee beyond this season, battling until the final gun despite being one bad hit away from the kind of professional disaster that leads to tweeting cautionary tales on Sunday afternoons, the way his predecessor now does.