So how do you like Donovan McNabb and his (reasonably) fat contract now? The Redskins prized quarterback threw for 376 yards and a touchdown in a 19-16 overtime barn-burner merciless-torture-on-the-eyes victory over the Tennessee Titans. In case you’re doing the math: yes, McNabb put up nearly 400 yards in a game that had only one offensive touchdown (the Titans scored their touchdown on a punt return that featured a blatant block in the back). The game wasn’t ugly by conventional standards. Both teams moved the ball, minimized the number of three-and-out series and made big plays in all facets of the game. But scoring opportunities in opponent territory featured both a lack of execution and some laughable play-calling.

In the midst of a feverish haze on Monday night, I repeatedly heard the words “Michael Vick” and “touchdown,” as if I was imagining a world where large men lay down on defense and run up the middle down by 28. Those words kept repeating and repeating, with adjectives like “embarrassing,” “humiliating” and “putrid” mixed in. I figured it was the drugs, but was sorely disappointed when I found out it was Larry, Sonny and Sam running out of ways to describe what they were seeing on the field. (Sam, as he always does, did manage to call every Redskins touchdown a turning point.) The Redskins were getting destroyed by the Eagles, and no one was stepping in to do anything about it. Teams have off-nights, but those usually don’t come after not having played a game in two weeks and announcing a long-term contract extension for your quarterback. Now that the hysterics are out of the way, it’s time to turn to Sunday’s game against Tennessee with the comfort of knowing that things couldn’t possibly get any worse. Right?