The image of Case Keenum losing the ball as he stretched out over the pile is emblematic of the entirety of my last 2.5 decades of Redskins fandom. I, unlike those younger, at least have first-hand memories of the tail end of the glory days.
But since Mark Rypien was handed that Superbowl MVP trophy, the experience of a Redskins fan is nicely summed up by that fumble and its context.
The team has been: In the national spotlight for the wrong reasons; behind, but making a last-ditch effort to come back; some weird oscillating combination of heroic and moronic; resilient but ultimately incompetent; not all that close and never a cigar.