"Darn you, Cal Ripken!"
How often do you get to say that? I'm saying it a lot lately.
To wit: For the current print edition of Washington City Paper, which, coincidentally or not, is made of the very same material as the $100 bill, while the internet version is made of nothingness, I wrote about the disappearance [...]

Another milestone along the Road to Ripken™ has been passed: Mark McGwire says he did steroids. The news knocked the "Clay Aiken Says He's Gay!" story off the front page of the We Know Already Gazette.
After spending years in a shamed self-exile, McGwire's confession came as he sniveled through an interview with Bob Costas for [...]

For all his media hatred, Dan Snyder stuffs his staff with media people. Karl Swanson was in newspapers. Larry Michael was a radio executive. Even Vinny Cerrato came back to the team after a stint at ESPN, where he spent a season in exile after being banished by Marty Schottenheimer (who looks more like Vince [...]

How over are the Redskins?
So over that on WRC, Lindsay Czarniak did her sports report Sunday night without ANY visible Skins logos on her person. (Fact.)
So over that Sonny Jurgensen didn't tussle with Jim Zorn in his postgame interview. (Fact.)
So over that starting this week, the Virginia Lottery has changed first prize for its $20 [...]

The NFL season starts tonight. The only must-read of all the pre-kickoff previews: Erik Wemple's take on Sunday's Redskins/Giants game. His post attracted a group of meatheads to the comments section the way a roach motel does roaches. It's a meathead motel, is what I'm sayin'. Don't miss it.
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A near-miss must-read: "A Decade of Snyder [...]

The Washington Post runs a Metro story about the fans who spend a day watching practice at Redskins Park. (Lemme quote Allen Iverson: "PRACTICE? We're talking PRACTICE?") One of the fans quoted in the piece is Peter Lalich. Though the story doesn't go into it, Lalich was the Everybody's-All-American kid from Springfield who was headed [...]

After Alex Rodriguez's moisty ESPN interview acknowledging what sure smells like a small portion of his actual drug use, baseball's almost ready to put the dirty dealings of its Dead Balls Era™ in the rear-view mirror.
Almost. There's still one holdup: Cal Ripken hasn't been nailed yet.