I was a dj in a nightclub in Fairfax, Va during the Redskins/Hogs era! P.J.Skidoos. Coy Bacon, Jacoby, Riggins, Butz, Moseley and sometimes Art Monk would come into the bar on Saturday night before a home game. They’d drink and dance like there was no tomorrow then play and win the next day. Their favorite “psyche” song was “Ain’t No Stoppin Us Now”.
That @#$ Art Monk is the reason I broke a finger! LOL I was a Spanish-born girl, had never played (or watched) football before going to DC. Some boys were trying to teach me to catch but I was beyond awful. Then, one Sunday I saw Art Monk make one of those awesome catches, and the comentator mentioned that he had caught the ball with his fingertips. Aha! so that’s the trick... Next day, when someone threw me the football I tried to catch it with my fingertips. I don’t remember the name of the hospital near AU, but I ended up there, in the ER, with a broken finger. As if that was not bad enough, a nurse thought it was hilarious and said “here’s another injured football player” and he pulled away the curtain that separated the examining area from the next one. Guess who was there? Mark Moseley! I don’t remember what was wrong with him, I just wanted the floor to swallow me while the nurse kept on telling him that I was an injured football player... Oh, those were the good times!