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I heard again last night from Stephette Hogette. He’s the guy who stands accused of being a bogus Hogette.

He sent along a photograph, shown above, which he says was taken years ago at a Redskins game and, he says, proves that Stephette Hogette used to be accepted by the same folks who are now calling him a counterfeit.

While Stephette Hogette’s disheveled drag ensemble—-he’s the one in the middle—-does indeed blend with the garb of the folks he’s with in that photo, he couldn’t name the other Hogettes he’s hanging with in the shot.

Perhaps they’re unsanctioned Hogettes also! I don’t know which Hogette to trust anymore!

(AFTER THE JUMP:Where will the real Hogettes be tailgating come Sunday? WTEM tones down its Redskins Cheerleader pride giveaway? D’Anthony Batiste ain’t worth a D’amn? D’Anthony D’Ances with D’An D’Aly? Nobody told the Washington Post that “Remember the Titans” was a load of crap?)

The biggest news from his latest Exclusive Interview™ with Cheap Seats Daily, however, came when Stephette Hogette, a Brooklynite who along with his Hogette name also goes by Steve Rasnikov (real name!) and Snow Rap G (rap name!), told me that because of the vigilante mood among Redskins fans created by evidence-free accusations from other Hogettes of untoward behavior toward women and children, he now wants to be known as “Carmine Fischetti.”

By whatever name, he promises, however, that Stephette Hogette’s going to show up at FedExField on Sunday for the Kansas City game in his regular gameday costume, and that he’ll work the tailgates with his standard bottle of booze and rapped pickup lines.

Meanwhile, the folks claiming ownership of the Hogettes brand are still out to get Stephette to shed his snout.

“We don’t want a turkey like this guy running around and accosting people and claiming that he’s one of us,” Hogettes founder Michael Torbert told me last night. “You can tell by his hat that he’s not a real Hogette.” (Well, to be honest, Mikey, while Stephette Hogette’s hat tells me a lot, it doesn’t tell me whether or not he’s a real Hogette.)

Torbert says that he and the other real Hogettes will also be tailgating before the KC game in their normal spot in the Green Lot, by the A-65 pole.


Dan Snyder‘s cheerleader pride giveaway has gotten a little less demeaning. Snyder’s sportstalk station, WTEM, is now running a sleazy contest for listeners in which winners will get their cars washed by Redskins cheerleaders. Original radio ads for the contest featured two pervy dudes and all sorts of talk about getting Redskins cheerleaders to come rub them down.

The new spots, however, have one guy just asking listeners if they want a car wash, without any of the masturbatory innuendo.

Wonder why the commercials changed. Hmm.


AP writer Joseph White verbally nutshelled the mess in Ashburn:

“But here’s one more fact,” White wrote in a column yesterday, “that pretty much sums up the current state of the Washington Redskins: On Sunday, they had a guard playing tackle, and a tackle playing guard.”

And The Great Dan Steinberg™ visually nutshelled the 2009 Redskins with a photo he took from his lo-def TV of D’Anthony Batiste, the guard playing tackle, not only missing his assignment, but turned around 180 degrees looking for the guy he’s supposed to block.

D’Ang, D’Anthony!


TGDS’s co-worker and fellow multimedia maven Mike Wise told his WJFK audience yesterday about being an earwitness to a postgame locker room scuffle of some sort between D’Anthony Batiste and D’An D’Aly of the Washington Times, that ended with the lineman telling the reporter that the requested interview “Ain’t happenin’!”

The reporter was then heard telling the lineman, “You ain’t happening!”

(Things are gettin’ D’Angerous!)


Sherm Lewis isn’t good for nuthin’. He’s already been good for giggles.

The Mr. Irrelevant clothing store offers simply brilliant “Another Set of Eyes” t-shirts. And over at the Washington Post, there’s the headline to today’s Tracee Hamilton column: “Another Set Of Black Eyes.”


Greg Paspatis continues fighting the myth of Remember the Titans. Paspatis is an alum of T.C. Williams, the Alexandria school featured in the Denzel Washington movie about a how the desegregation of a high school inspires its football team to win the 1971 Virginia state championship.

T.C. Williams really did win the 1971 state championship, but pretty much everything else in the movie, save the players’ and coaches’ names, is made up.

Because of the film’s box office success, however, the celluloid fiction now supersedes the school’s reality. A lot of folks around town have given up their real biography and instead promote the life stories of the scripted characters, and some people whose names were used in the movie, including former T.C. Williams head coach Herman Boone, have profited incredibly from the acceptance of the fairytale version.

Paspatis, who played for Boone in the late 1970s and is not a fan of the real-world coach, has been on a one-man campaign to correct the record for several years now. His latest target is the Washington Post, for a story last month about new Alexandria sheriff Earl Cook. In the piece, Cook, the first black police chief in the city’s history, is described as a player on the Remember the Titans football team from 1971 who had started out as a student at George Washington High School but “transferred to T.C. Williams High School after it was integrated.” As Paspatis knows, the racial integration of T.C. Williams only happened in the movie.

In reality, T.C. Williams was racially integrated when it opened in 1965.

The only integration T.C. Williams enjoyed in 1971 was an influx of a couple thousand more students, black and white, after the closing of the city’s other similarly desegregated high schools, George Washington and Hammond High.

That enrollment boom made T.C. the biggest school in the entire state, which is why its football team was everybody’s preseason pick to be a powerhouse.

So when Paspatis saw the Post‘s Earl Cook piece, he did what he always does in these situations: “I wrote to the editors and asked for a correction,” Paspatis says. “I wrote to a lot of people there.”


“Nothing,” he says. “No response. No correction. They don’t want the truth.”


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