The Washington Redskins have moved heaven and draft picks to position themselves to land Robert Griffin III, the quarterback we here in Texas affectionately like to call Superman.
Nor did we cape him lightly.
He earned that moniker by winning at a Baylor program many felt beyond help. The thing about the cape, or even just the socks with the cape on them, is you think you are invincible. And as my fifth-grade nephew Max Perez recently reminded me, even Superman has his weaknesses. This is why he is a Batman guy.
"He has no super powers. He relies on wits and cool gadgets and Alfred," Max explained. "And taking on the bad guys by yourself is hard."
What I know for sure is not even Superman is a match for the dysfunction that is the Redskins. I am not saying RG3 will fail in D.C., just that it is likely.
Nobody wins with the Redskins. Not lately.
What we have in the nation's capital is a train wreck of an NFL franchise, bringing down legendary coaches and up-and-coming players b...