There’s nothing like a really frivolous libel lawsuit to get journalists writing biting copy, and Dan Snyder’s ridiculous crusade against the Washington City Paper is no exception. Some of my favorite replies from the ink-stained wretches follow. Obviously, we begin with David Carr’s effort, from whence I stole this post’s excellent headline:
Mr. Snyder’s decision to file in New York, historically not a great theater for the Redskins’ endeavors, is an odd one.
“It’s curious that he chose to file in New York, which is not where City Paper is located, not where Mr. Snyder lives and isn’t where the Redskins play,” said Michael Schaffer, editor of City Paper. He then joked, “Maybe he will have better luck with a jury that’s composed of Giants fans.”
I see what you did there. The Washington Post’s Cindy Boren:
Snyder seems perilously close to being at the “it-couldn’t-hurt” point of trying any solution. Next stop: Costanzaland, where, “if every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right.”
And we round out with this Wall Street Journal story, which predates Snyder’s lawsuit but is very much in the spirit of the thing:
In a town drawn up by a Frenchman, a place brimming with people who hail from somewhere else and who don’t agree about much of anything, the Washington Redskins managed to attain something any professional sports franchise would kill for: a giant fan base that loved them unconditionally.
The primary architect of this loyalty was longtime Redskins owner Jack Kent Cooke, the ruggedly handsome silver-haired showman who’d come to town after working similar miracles in Los Angeles with the Lakers. In the 1970s and ’80s, his blue-collar teams made this preposterous swamp feel like a city.
D.C. is not actually built on a swamp (popular misconception alert!) but the phrase “preposterous swamp” basically captures what’s going on in this metropolis.