I wanna make out with you — in a Platonic kinda way.
Today, on the very front page of your newspaper, the Washington Post, you authored a stirring summary of the metamorphosis hockey has enjoyed in the nation’s capital. In your lead, you rightly noted that the Caps are enjoying “a surge of interest that rivals anything the franchise has experienced in its 35 years.” Soon thereafter, your investigatory efforts led you to suggest that the entirety of Verizon Center could well be sold out for hockey all of next season. Imagine.
I particularly enjoyed the headline that accompanies the story’s jump: “Once Cold, Now Cool, the Capitals Have D.C. Abuzz.”
Right now, I want to be held. In your office.
I want to commend you most particularly for the comparative context your front-page story offers. The Redskins, you pointed out, “who recently laid off employees in their front office, lost six of their final eight games last season and failed to make the playoffs for the 13th time since last winning the Super Bowl in 1992.” [Emphasis God’s.]
“Many of the Capitals’ new ticket buyers, ” you added, “explicitly point to those failures.”
Dan, since you’ve returned from spring training with the Nats, I’ve seen you at all the Caps’ home games. Are you going tonight? Do you have a date?