Washington-Lee High School (Arlington, Va.)

Sweating through the Guilt

I couldn’t resist. I tried, I really did. I stayed away for more than a year, but in the end I succumbed. I pledged in The Washington Post that I wouldn’t go there, but I am a fallen man. Not only do I go there most weekends now, I usually take my six-year-old son with me. Yes, Sebastian and I are regulars.

You don’t understand. I’d never stepped on turf so soft, or a track so bouncy. When did fake grass become so luxuriantly superior to the real thing? The football …