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.

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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.

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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!

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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!)

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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."

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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."

And?

"Nothing," he says. "No response. No correction. They don't want the truth."

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But if you simply must go to the movies, here are your fresh choices:

Away We Go: Both the story's heart and John Krasinski's face are buried beneath indie quirkery in Sam Mendes' follow-up to Revolutionary Road.

The Merry Gentleman: This drab, holidays-set drama is Michael Keaton's directorial debut; he also co-stars with No Country for Old Men's Kelly Macdonald. Oh, Beetlejuice, you came to the biz for this?

The Taking of Pelham 123: Tony Scott's remake of the 1974 subway-hijacker thriller. Expect to be nauseated, and not only be John Travolta's mustache.

Imagine That: Even though Rotten Tomatoes has this Eddie Murphy family flick at a relatively positive 44 percent, the consensus is that the story about a businessman and his Cassandra-esque daughter "squanders [his] comedic talents." See title for sarcastic reaction.

The Song of Sparrows: An Iranian film about a man and his runaway ostrich. Surely there's a bit more to the plot than that — and with a 32-to-1 favorable rating, this might be your safest ticket.

That means Mitchell's now ex-employer was Dan Snyder.

The same guy has fired the same guy before.

In 2000, Snyder's first offseason of running the Redskins, Mitchell, the team's all-time punt return and kickoff return leader, was let go.

In Thom Loverro's 2007 book, Hail Victory: An Oral History of the Washington Redskins, Mitchell insinuated he got run out of town because he was disliked by Snyder's favorite Redskin, Darrell Green.

That's sorta interesting again, because the owner's pet these days, Clinton Portis, got in a big to-do over the airwaves with Mitchell last year over things the host said about his attitude and play.

Portis and Snyder were recently spotted dining together at N9NE Steakhouse in Vegas.

Vegas!

And now Snyder banishes Mitchell again!

Hmmm.

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Speaking of the underworld: Pittsburgh Penguins winger Miroslav Satan assisted on Games 4's winning goal versus the Capitals on Friday, and helped out on Pitt's first score a day later.

I only bring this up so I can also relate some Awesome Trivia about Satan: His player number in Yahoo sports is... 666!

You can look it up!

Sure, the guy's been around the NHL for 13 years and every beelzebubby joke's been made. (Even the copy editors of the Washington Times, a sectarian paper if there ever was, couldn't resist while headlining this morning's wire story about the Caps/Pens series.)

But hell if the name's not still funny!

And check out his official photo! Tell me Satan's not central casting for Satan!

So when I was reading the wire stories about Friday's game and saw that "Satan feathered the puck through Erskine's legs," of course I giggled. (Hilarious as "Satan" surely is in print, he's "Shuh-tan" on radio and TV. Not so funny.)

"Satan"'s one of those names you can't not giggle at if you went to seventh grade. Like J.J. Putz of the Mets, or D'Cody Fagg of the Florida State Seminoles, or Jimmy Douchebag of the Oklahoma City Thunder. (OK, there is no Jimmy Douchebag on OK City. But if there were, I could at least name one player on that team.)

Now back to Fagg: It seemed to me that when he was at FSU no announcer ever called him just "Fagg." Instead of, say, using Cosell's famousest verbiage, "Watch that little Fagg run!" the play-by-play was always something like "Catch by D'Cody Fagg!" or "Dropped by D'Cody Fagg!" or "Touchdown, Florida State!"

The guy had a fine college career, providing me and every other former seventh-grader with all sorts of giggles. But he went undrafted last month, probably a combination of injuries and his surname.

The Buffalo Bills, clearly the most open-minded NFL squad, have signed Fagg as a free-agent.

Now back to Satan's work: Caps fans are mad at defenseman Tom Poti knocking a pass from the Penguins' Evgeni Malkin past his own goalie in overtime to give the Pittsburgh Game 5.

But look at the replay: If Poti doesn't go horizontal, Malkin's pass gets banged in by Sidney Crosby, standing solo in front of a half-open net.

Imagine the depression here if Crosby got the winner.

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Barack Obama never announced who's going to win the Stanley Cup.

But the President's March Madness pool pick came in, and today the NCAA champions fromthe University of North Carolina will get a meet-and-greet with the Tout-in-Chief at the White House.

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Speaking of post-racial: I don't know if I thought I'd live long enough to see a black president. But I'm sure I never thought I'd live long enough to see the top eight heavyweights be white guys.

You can look it up!

'Course, seven of the eight whiteys atop the world rankings are Eastern Europeans.

And next month, the highest rated black heavyweight, current No. 9 David Haye, fights Wladimir Klitschko in Germany for the IBF and WBO titles. Haye is also a Euro, a Brit who trains in the Turkish Republic of North Cyprus.

Where have you gone, Joe Louis?

I mulled the racial state of boxing while watching Manny Pacquiao destroy Ricky Hatton last week from Vegas on pay-per-view.

I didn't think I'd ever seen a PPV with no black fighter in the main event.

And here were Jay-Z and Denzel and a ton of mostly black celebs at ringside, having paid silly money to watch grown men pound each other.

We've come a long way, baby!

(And, my god, what a fight! Boxing's been written off like horse racing and newspapers, but PacMan/Mayweather will be among the biggest prize fights of all time.)

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Ryan Zimmerman's streak is now 28 games.

As with any such skein, Zimmerman's mostly makes us remember how incredible Joe DiMaggio's 1941 streak was.

We're rightly enthralled with Zimmerman's franchise-record run...and he's only halfway there!

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Another local boy made good turns out to be not so local and not so good: Tomorrow night ESPN will air a report on troubles with Binghamton University's basketball program.

The piece will focus on Miladin Kovacevic, who allegedly beat a fellow student into a coma, then fled to his native Serbia. U.S. officials are now trying to get the Serbs to extradite the suspect.

Kovacevic played his high school ball in Fairfax at Paul VI of the WCAC, which is probably both the best and the most international prep basketball conference in the country.

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Update on the U.S. Government's War on Pickup Soccer: The red snow fences that prevented folks from playing at the park across Tilden Street from Peirce Mill have been taken down.

But the fences are still mucking things up at Piney Branch Parkway beneath 16th Street.

All the dirt spots at the Piney Branch site have been covered for a while by new grass, so the fences serve no purpose now other than to hamper the Hispanic players that have been using the site for years and years from playing the international game.

I'd love to hear another excuse for the fences.

ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA!

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D.C. United had their March on Lincoln Park on Saturday to little effect. At this point, the team might have better luck marching to Linkin Park and asking for money.

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Anybody know who won the DC Rollergirls championship on Saturday?

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