Reflecting on my friendship, lessons learned from the late Rick Snider

There were dozens of reasons I might have never formed a friendship with Rick Snider. I worked on the team side, while he sat on the beat. When he was reporting on the move out of RFK Stadium, I was on the other side of the country taking my first steps. As someone who doesn't eat gluten, I couldn't connect with him over his deep, nuanced love of pizza.

Our interest in the history of Washington football superseded it all. When I talked to our football PR department about starting a historical podcast nearly two years ago, Rick was the first person they suggested I connect with. In our first meeting, he was funny. His passion and expertise were apparent. Most of all, he was kind. Rick made me feel like what I was trying to create was important and, coming from a guy who had covered the tea