When I was a kid, Halloween meant stirrups and eye black. I'm pretty sure I dressed as Cal Ripken every year from about age 5 to about age 23. With my statuesque pre-pubescent build (yeah, that includes at age 23), I was pretty much a dead ringer for Cal.

Anyhow, when I took my costume-less daughter out for her first real Halloween this year (her costume: toddler in street clothes), I was hoping to see the youth of D.C. embracing its sporting heroes. I figured I'd see at least seven or eight Doctor Do Itch Bigs, plus your random assortment of Kevin Sheehan/Doc Walker duos, your dreadlocked Chris Hortons, your chunky Washington Nationals, your LeBron Jameses with arms perpetually raised up to the sky in wonderment, bitterly complaining as a bearded DeShawn Stevenson counterpart ran up the sidewalk not feeling his face.

But the elementary schoolers of Chevy Chase didn't go there. I saw one Gilbert Arenas, one Clinton Portis, one Santana Moss, and one non-ironic LeBron James. Luckily, longtime reader Scott sent along several pics of his friend John, who decided it was a Zorn Star kind of year. Not a lot of distinguishing characteristics to the Zorn Star, but A+++ for making a go of it. See also: actual Redskins dressing up.

Any other D.C. sports Halloween costume pics out there? Send em along.

By Dan Steinberg  |  November 3, 2008; 10:14 AM ET
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