It's a great name if the team starts winning Super Bowls.
Phoebe Cates was in a movie with Matthew Modine called Private School. Modine is an acting stiff, he would fit right in with the cast of the Blair Witch Project. It was on Cates to carry that movie all by herself.
The interesting thing is part of the strategy in that film was to put Cates in as much unflattering tacky outfits as possible to draw away from her seductive vixen theme in Fast Times At Ridgemont High role. Private School wanted a more sedate wholesome Cates image.
The problem was that Phoebe Cates was a pure smokeshow dime piece. You could put her in a Hot Dog On A Stick uniform and she'd still look like a SI Swimsuit model. You could dress her up like the crazy killer clown from Stephen King's IT, and her Pennywise routine would still make guys sit upright in those movie chairs.
The point of this ( Beyond Cates being the perfect blend of sexy and cute, which Steve Carrell was talking about in Crazy Stupid Love) is that winning is sexy and if you keep winning, everyone looks "cute" even a puntable team name like the Commanders.
It's part of the "Halo Effect" which means if you are seen as undeniably attractive, that all your other qualities are assumed to be positive and uplifting and virtuous as well. How do you know if Phoebe Cates is a "great charming sweet girl"? She's hot as hell or was but people just assume that. But that's pretty basic psychology and sociology at work. Cates could have been running a secret drug ring and importing children in shipping containers for all we know.
So this is kind of a "Reverse Halo Effect" where the stink of Dan Snyder makes everyone else look ugly.
Pick anyone in Hollywood where you think their face could stop a clock. Then have them, in slow motion, come out of the pool like Cates did in Fast Times. Do you think it's going to have the same effect? You go from a Perfect 10 to a Middling 2. Now put that Middling 2 in Private School. Then those tacky outfits are completely garish and make you want to puke.
People just hate Dan Snyder. And Snyder has given people lots of reasons to hate him. But let's be clear about the methodology in which a pretty pedestrian team football now is now a sign of the future apocalypse simply because Dimwit Dan chose it for Washington.
In the 80's, if I had singular Ahab moment, it was trying to find a Phoebe Cates clone with a strong mix of Belinda Carlisle and maybe a dash of young Lauren Bacall. That was my white whale. I would drive my Porsche to the record store sometimes and see what real people looked like to remind myself of such an ill fated pursuit and realize fiction is better than truth sometimes, until it's not.
Keeping with that, some of you have " white whale " where you envision a world and life for the former Redskins without Dan Snyder. I don't see that happening. Sorry my football brothers, I don't see that happening.
The best you guys are going to get is maybe the Jennifer Grey tier post Red Dawn.