A few days after his offense shut down against the
New England Patriots,
Al Saunders leaned wearily against a wall at Redskins Park. Gone was the smooth cheer to his voice and the optimistic glint in his eyes. Instead, his shoulders seemed to sag, a droop that ran through his
Redskins windbreaker and down the rest of his body. He sighed. He looked tired.
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