Welcome back to The Varsity, my private email about all the people that run the business of sports. Happy NFL Draft Day!

I am writing this private email from my hometown of Washington, D.C., where tonight I will be sipping Veuve with media C.E.O.s, members of Congress, senators, cabinet secretaries, and all-around swells on the rooftop of the Riggs. Puck is kicking off White House Correspondents’ Dinner weekend with a party co-hosted with WME and Snap. I’m going to make a beeline for our newest partner, the great political journalist John Heilemann. Back in the ’80s, Heilemann tended bar at the defunct Georgetown saloon Garrett’s, so he and I have really come full circle.

One more note before we get started. I went to the Dodgers-Nats game on Tuesday night and got to see Shohei Ohtani in person for the first time. I was overwhelmed by the diversity of the crowd, the Taylor Swift-effect that Ohtani possesses (everyone had their camera phones out), and the fact that the gambling controversy seemed to be a distant memory. D.C. crowds are much more genteel than our counterparts in Philly or New York, but I found it noteworthy that I didn’t hear one heckle about Ohtani or his interpreter or those 19,000 wagers. It was a total love fest. After he hit a 9th inning moon shot (the hardest-hit ball of his career, apparently), the stands emptied and just about everyone seemed happy… even fans of the losing Nats. I presume they were all headed to Marchand’s organic kombucha-making class.

Let’s get to it…