Any news report on Will Lewis's resignation that doesn't lean into the fact that he was a complete failure in that role needs to be rewritten. Literally, a zero percent success rate.

kick-started initiatives that have been hilariously inept failures and now has gutted the newsroom to create a product no one is asking for. The man is an utter failure and should be covered as such.

What Will Lewis has accomplished at @washingtonpost would be impressive if it weren't so depressing. In just a few short years, he has caused hundreds of thousands of paid subscribers to stop subscribing, tanked the paper's reputation ...

I push some buttons on @TheAthletic NFL playoff simulator and come up with a few futures bets with some value.

Ace’s solo LP was the best by 10 million miles, RIP

Tree down on car in parking lot of Magruders in Chevy Chase DC. ⁦@capitalweather⁩

Story: Gregg Popovich retires as Spurs coach after remarkable run of success @washingtonpost @PostSports @MattBonesteel https://t.co/a8ytwiQri4

Which teams are most likely to win it all? History tells you these are the best bets for glory in the NCAA men’s tournament. (via @MattBonesteel)

John was in the newsroom one day early in my WaPo career. I had never once said one word to him and was a dumbshit kid, but he sought me out to tell me that he liked something that I had written. It made my day and probably my year and probably my career. So I'll miss him.

John's accomplishments have been well documented over the past 24 hours. His *alleged* accomplishments, all self-proclaimed, could fill 10 more obituaries. His allegedly record-breaking swim times. His allegedly svelte waist size.

And he would never write the late game, even if it was the best matchup of the day. Inevitably, we'd get a column about a 30-point blowout in the 2-15 game that started at noon. And inevitably, it would be a great column about the 15 seed trying to slay Goliath.

Part of my job as colleges editor was planning our NCAA tournament coverage, and a large part of that was making sure John got a good press-row seat. Again, he never flew, so he'd always go to whatever first-round site was drivable, even if the matchups there were bad.

John did the greatest Gary Williams impersonation. It was like Chevy Chase doing Ford in that John looked and sounded nothing like Gary, but he captured his essence perfectly. "We're here because we suck, and you're here because *you* suck" will never not make me laugh.

Asking me to look stuff up on the Internet. How his favorite golfers (Paul Goydos, usually) were doing that day. Other Patriot League scores. The Mets spring training result. Again, this inevitably happened with 15 minutes until deadline.

It usually started with how I had butchered his column by cutting out 20 inches of the 50 inches of perfection he had filed. But after I reminded him that we probably didn't need 50 inches about a Patriot League basketball game, he would get into Part 2:

John drove everywhere, and never flew. So on fall-winter Saturdays, when my hair was on fire trying to get The Post's college sports content out, I could count on him calling me while driving back from wherever he was that day.

So many great John Feinstein stories out there. Here are mine.

Ok here is my John Feinstein thread. It's gonna be long. I saw someone praise him yesterday by saying he never made it about himself, which struck me as just about exactly wrong. He ALWAYS made it about himself. It's who he was, at least as long as I knew him

We lost a friend, a mentor, an editor, who shaped the careers of Pulitzer winners, TV news celebs and many others. But Tim happily stood off in backdrop, looming large over it all. Here's the full updated obituary for @timcurran_dc https://t.co/0zntMydfMa

Hail or fail: Commanders pick apart the Lions in playoff shocker (via @MattBonesteel):