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Sally Jenkins goes after Dan Snyder like she’d invested in Six Flags. Her latest column reviews Snyder’s historic star-struckitude and avoidance of personal accountability, and every paragraph is great and dead-on and brutal.

A sampling:

This is Snyder’s team; he was intimately involved in assembling it. He keeps his favorite players on speed dial, watches practices on the sidelines and demands face time and explanations from the coaches he personally hired. Whatever you think of Zorn, he is Snyder’s own selection. It was Snyder who told Joe Gibbs, “He would make a great head coach.” He is personally responsible for naming Vinny Cerrato, a proven failure, executive vice president of football operations, for the Redskins’ lack of core strength, for their inability to power the ball in the red zone, which is thanks to his decade of neglect of the interior lines in favor of big free agent signings.

But no sampling can do the column justice. It’s all wondrous.

(AFTER THE JUMP: Reading recommendations? Nats give fans an unforgettable “Bang! Zoom!” when down to last strike? Thom Loverro says forget “Bang! Zoom!” Ted Leonsis says Caps better than Jesus? When’s the wake for Hoop Dreams? Say it ain’t so, Susie Kay?)

My only problem with Jenkins’ article is that nowhere in the piece is there a disclosure that she has written books with Lance Armstrong, or any mention of all the allegations that Armstrong doped while winning all those Tour de Frances.

(Whoa! Where’d that come from? Enough with the Lance Armstrong! Innocent til proven guilty! Heard of it? Geezus Chrysler! Let Sally do God’s work!)

OK, OK! Go read Sally Jenkins’ column again!


Sure, it’s early in the football season, but I’m certain that nothing the Redskins do this year will wow their fans as much as last night’s Nats’ win over the Mets wowed those spectating or otherwise watching or (in my case) listening.

Justin Maxwell‘s grand slam with his team down a run in the bottom of the last inning of the last home game of the year—-Maxwell was down to his last strike, in fact—-gave me the sort of thrill chills I hadn’t gotten since Boise State beat Oklahoma in the Fiesta Bowl a few years ago.

Sure, the game meant nothing in the big scheme—-the Mets are huge losers, and the Nats have already wrapped up not only last place in the division for 2009, but the worst record in the majors. But the rest of the season meant less than nothing while Charlie Slowes called Maxwell’s HR with the fans going crazy crazy crazy in the background. Sports magic, it was.

No matter how lousy this team is, the ending was enough to make you think: Wait ’til next year!


Thom Loverro, alas, says don’t wait ’til next year.

Loverro predicts very dire times for the Washington Nationals, at least at the turnstiles. By the end of next season, Loverro says, Nats management will look back wistfully at the 2009 debacle.

This organization is not on the brink of turning around the Jim Bowden culture that buried D.C. baseball in a deep, dark hole that will take years to dig out of. Let’s say the Nationals wind up with 57 wins to show for 2009. A 10-win improvement would be a dramatic jump. That means about 67 wins next season. Think that will cause a spike in attention and attendance?

Sometime before the start of the season, Kasten has traditionally shared the season-ticket sales for the season. This year he did not, but we got a pretty good idea from some of the sparse crowds at Nationals Park that it is somewhere around 12,000 – down from the high of 22,000 during the inaugural 2005 season at RFK Stadium. There’s no reason not to believe that next year it could fall below 10,000.

Loverro’s always right. I just wish he’d’ve waited a day or two before killing my post-Justin Maxwell buzz with reality.


As the Washington Capitals open their regular season tonight, the Washington Times previews the season with a story headlined “Leonsis: Capitals set for dynasty.”

Considering how smart and humble Ted Leonsis had been with the media in recent years, and with Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin, the superstar leaders of the defending Stanley Cup champion Pittsburgh Penguins, both being younger than Alex Ovechkin, I found that headline startling.

Ted would call his team a dynasty?

Well, I’ve read the story once and scanned it a bunch of times, but I can’t find any quote where the Caps owner uses the word “dynasty” or claims that the team is “set for dynasty.” I see him sorta bragging that he likes the way his organization is set up, but no “dynasty” claims. Maybe I’m just missing something. The Times’ Web site does godawful things to my browser, no foolin’.

But if I’m not missing anything: It’s like those “John Lennon: Beatles More Popular Than Jesus” headlines that helped take the Fabs off the road in 1966.

Only, Lennon actually said that.


Tonight’s the goodbye party for the Hoop Dreams Scholarship Fund at the Historical Society of Washington, D.C.

The charity was founded more than a decade ago by then-H.D. Woodson teacher Susie Kay.

Kay decided to dissolve the fund earlier this year because of dwindling charity dollars going to group’s like hers. From the start, she worked the schedule of a dairy farmer. In the end, Hoop Dreams subsidized the college educations of more than 1,000 kids from D.C. public high schools.

She made the city a better place.


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