QB of the Future

Of Jason Campbell's performance in the Redskin's second preseason game against the Pittsburg Steelers, Jason Reid (with Barry Svrluga) writes: "Campbell appeared shaky throughout three series in a 17-13 victory over the Pittsburgh Steelers, stirring more concern about the team's unproductive first-team offense and No. 1 quarterback. Although it's only the preseason, Campbell completed one of seven passes for 10 yards."

I don't know all that much about football, but I don't think there's another starter on the Redskins that could have produced as sparingly as Jason Campbell has over the last 5 seasons and still be "the man." I wish my teachers used the NFL in school to illustrate or exemplify Darwin's theory of evolution and natural selection because desperate, violent competition and job insecurity, by definition, produces the best starting lineup possible given your roster.

So, when the starting quarterback can only lead the offense to three points in two games, then he says, "I don't worry about numbers. A quarterback would like to get in a rhythm, but tonight is just about trying to take shots," you have to wonder if the right pressure is being applied.

Anyways, that's enough of that. Buenos Aires is still great. I ate some really good pasta at a restaurant called "il Gatto" (the cat, in Italian) last night. The wine we ordered went well with the meal, too. I almost left the restaurant at first, though, because I was worried every time a dish was followed by "il Gatto" on the menu it had something to do with the meat being from a cat. Needless to say, it was a relief when we decided it was probably just the restaurant's signature on certain meals (... I think).

I didn't go out last night because I've had a rough week as far as that goes. I won't publish my batting average, but it was akin to the first week of any semester. Friday night we went, at Maryella and Karolina's suggestion, to a bar called Wherever Bar. The people they had already met on the trip were really cool when we met them, and the bar was really fun. The bartenders also liked me because of my "curly W" Nationals hat that was the exact reverse of the bar's "W" logo. I'm still going to wear baseball hats no matter how American I look.

After that, one of our new Beatles-addicted friends, Kiki (sp?), got us into a club called Roxy Live where a band was playing American songs with Spanish lyrics and doing a good job of looking like rock stars. After they finished, the place turned into a dance club and the rest of the night is a blur of sober fun.

Today we're going on a boat or something!