If we can't make people outside our own walls—especially those in power— understand what we do, we don't have a chance of surviving, much less thriving, in this environment.

The 2024-25 Commanders season has been thrilling, but a playoff win? Frankly, it's disorienting.

The one where I take a gentle parenting approach to Travis Kelce's dustup with Andy Reid during Super Bowl LVIII.

Now that the one thing I said could bring me back to the Washington NFL team—Dan Snyder selling it—has happened, it's time to return to the fold. Or is it?

Where is the line between what's an acceptable flaw and what's not? How do we, as individuals, normalize objectively terrible things in the interest of personal comfort, entertainment, or even love?

I went deep and far more emotional on the name change a year and a half ago when the wheels on this jalopy started turning. As for today's news, I'll be much briefer—and more cynical.

That’s the way I thought sports was supposed to be. It’s like marriage. Once you choose your team, they’re yours, for better or for worse, for sicker or for poorer, til death do you part. What I didn’t realize was: That didn’t have to be the case.

Men in Blazers was something dependable in a world gone unmoored, providing an escape from our anxiety-ridden existence and even helping prod our stubborn toddler into walking.

I’m thinking of this name change as the start of a new season. It’s a clean slate, a chance for something good to happen — even if Snyder does still own the team.

Grabbing a sliver of open bar space, I held my wallet at an angle I hoped would catch the bartender’s attention quickly. As I waited, I looked to my right, then to my left. And I realized I was standing next to Stuart Scott.