There was once a group of travelers who wandered homeless for generations. These people were proud and in their hearts remembered dynasties led by men named Gibbs, Allen, or Unseld and Robinson.
Over the years their flock dwindled. Many became bitter and lost hope. Others drank sand pretending each mirage was an oasis. Still doggedly they searched for a hint that there was a land of milk and honey or at least beer and burgers.
Today, these souls are still in the desert, but new leaders have emerged... Strasburgs, Harpers, Griffins, Walls, and the weary look and wonder is this another mouthful of sand or have we finally found home again.
(Pretty cool that Harper won ROY, Griffin probably should, and there are so many young superstars beginning their careers in DC. Right now, little of that promise is fulfilled, but there is so much potential)