Waxing a little nostalgic on this one, for a reason.
My father was a big Redskin fan. In 2001, Marty coached them and they started off embarrassing themselves with an opening day loss to the Chargers, 30-3. After Week 3, the Redskins were 0-3 with a point differential of -96 after getting bombed by KC.
I remember telling him "Don't worry Dad, Marty will get it right and they will get better." He died two days later of a heart attack while we fished in the surf at the Outer Banks.
Why did I bring this up? My father in law, who was a great comfort to me in the days and weeks after my father's death and is one of the most decent people I have ever known, died yesterday at age 85.
RIP Clint

Love you.
Edit: Writing this just now brought me to tears publically, in the United Club at ORD, Concourse B...