The venerated RGIII and the rest of the not-so venerated Washington Football Club arrived in Green Bay for a date with infamy. It was ugly, and by "ugly," I mean "UGG-A-LEE!" Not only did the team have to deal with a few thousand obnoxious "cheese heads," screaming in some incomprehensible football language ("cheers" I think it's called), but they had to run a gauntlet of set up by the Oneida Indian Nation over the team name. So, to "pack" (pun intended) salt into the wound, the Packers just proceeded to thoroughly, completely, unquestionably, absolutely, and systematically KICK OUR ARSES! There's not much I can say about this game, except..."Oww!" and "Ouch!" and "Dag, yo? Why in my nads?" I think I'll just have to develop a taste for the old raven (crow), because it looks like I'm going to be feasting on it this year.