Thoughts on...the Washington Commies
Despite the fact that I've had a tenuous—at best—relationship over the past five or so years with my childhood love, the Washington professional football franchise, folks have come out of the woodwork today asking me my opinions on the unveiling of its new name. (Honest Q: Can we call it an unveiling if everyone knew what it was before today, thanks to Joe Theismann?)
For context, 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.
The name is lame.
It's not terrible. It's not great. It's just ... boring? Uninspiring? Disappointing? Which, tbh, is actually very on-brand for this organization since 1993.
Jim Zorn had it right(?)
Remember when in his intro presser he called the colors maroon and black? Maybe it was more prophecy than idiocy.
The rollout was befitting the joke this franchise has become.
When internet sleuths, a loudmouth former player, and a traffic helicopter pilot can sink your attempts at secrecy, perhaps you're doing this wrong. (Fun fact: The helicopter pilot cited below went to my high school. Pot Falls represent!)
They might have screwed their VA stadium deal.
Something tells me the new and very Trumpy state leadership won't take well to chants of "Let's go Commies!" emanating from Loudoun County.
At least no one is paying attention.
Given the news of Brian Flores' class-action lawsuit yesterday and all of its salacious allegations (I still can't get over that Belichick text, W O W), no one outside of the DMV is paying attention to this, nor should they.
And there you have it. My general thoughts on the Washington football establishment's name change. Now, back to my regularly scheduled pretending they don't exist unless and until Dan Snyder is no longer in the picture.
