For years, I showed up and showed out for the Washington Redskins—now the Washington Commanders—from radio, TV, personal appearances, corporate events, fan events, and everywhere in between. Before I was Rev T, I was Rev Redskins. I was there for the people. I never asked for money. Never asked for favors. If you called Rev T, I showed up. When this team was losing, when the fan base was frustrated, when people were ready to give up, I was the one saying BELIEVE. I was the one uplifting the people, encouraging the fan base, keeping hope alive for Burgundy and Gold. But somewhere along the way, when I hit my own dark season, that same love wasn’t returned. When Jason Wright took over, along with his staff—especially Joey, who was in charge of guest experience and tickets—I was banned by the Washington Commanders organization. While others were being embraced, I was pushed out. While I was trying to defend my family, my daughters, and my wife from harassment, attacks, fake accounts, and disgusting behavior, the organization turned their nose up. I’ve been called clown, monkey, coon, idiot. My daughters were attacked. My wife was attacked. My family was disrespected. @kgskins26, Keith Gray from New Jersey, sent nasty packages to my home—not once, but twice. Those packages were gummy dicks sent to my house where my family lives. Then he came onto my Facebook live stream and publicly asked me, “Did your daughters enjoy those gummy dicks?” Let that sink in. They also created and circulated a picture of me hanging from a noose. That is not fandom. That is harassment. That is hate. People like @KGSkins26, Tom Block, and others spent years attacking me, my family, and even my show, The Rev T Sports Revival. Fake accounts were made. Lies were spread. My family was targeted. My daughters were targeted. And instead of accountability, they were rewarded. The HogFarmers, led by @HogFarmer Chris Bryant, allowed it. Chris Bryant made @kgskins26 a member even after I personally spoke with him privately and told him exactly what KG was doing to me and my family. He knew. He still did it. Ask yourself this: Would Chris Bryant have allowed that if KG was attacking Tailgate Ted? Would he have made him a member if he was attacking Rally Captain? Would he have allowed that against any other major superfan representing this team? Absolutely not. But because it was Rev T, he let it happen. Before KG was made a member, they were already giving him tickets, perks, and access. While I was fighting for my family, they were choosing sides—and it wasn’t mine. And let’s be real—Chris Bryant’s @HogFarmerChris wife had already attacked me, making comments questioning Christianity and my place in this fan base. So by the time I spoke to him privately, the decision had already been made. He didn’t care. Joey had personally told me for years, “You’ll get your tickets back next season.” Season after season came and went. When I finally spoke to Jason Wright in Dallas, he told me someone would reach out to me. They did—but it was the same lady from the ticket office who was nasty from the beginning, and it was clear she had already chosen whose side she was on. No apology. No concern for my daughters. No concern for my wife. No concern for my family being harassed. Just silence. And here we are in 2026—and I still can’t get my season tickets back. I’ve spent my own money sending children with disabilities through my son’s foundation, TJ’s Champions, to Washington games. I did that because I love this team. I love this fan base. I love this city. Why should I keep telling people to believe in something that doesn’t believe in me? This isn’t pity. This is truth. I still love that Burgundy and Gold. It still bleeds in my soul. But now, I’m asking the people I’ve always stood for—to stand for me. Start the petition. Speak up. Say FREE REV T. Send it to the Washington Commanders. Send it to leadership.

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And here we are in 2026—and I still can’t get my season tickets back. I’ve spent my own money sending children with disabilities through my son’s foundation, TJ’s Champions, to Washington games. I did that because I love this team. I love this fan base. I love this city. Why should I keep telling people to believe in something that doesn’t believe in me? This isn’t pity. This is truth. I still love that Burgundy and Gold. It still bleeds in my soul. But now, I’m asking the people I’ve always stood for—to stand for me. Start the petition. Speak up. Say FREE REV T. Send it to the Washington Commanders. Send it to leadership. Let them know the people’s hype man deserves better. Because I never left the fan base. I never quit on the people. But the system quit on me. If you really support me, march with me. Say it with me: FREE REV T. Because I am— and always will be— The People’s Hype Man. REV T. BELIEVE, BABY. You can find me at: @DCHypeManRevT The Rev T Sports Revival on Facebook TJ’s Champions on Facebook March with me. Awwwwww!

If you ever want to know what really happened that night when the Washington Commanders threw the party for the name change—when they moved from the Redskins to the Commanders—let me tell you the truth. That night, in the parking lot, I saw @kgskins26, Keith Gray. I had three of my daughters with me. I walked up to that man, shook his hand like a grown man, and I told him I wanted to move forward. I told him I forgave him for everything he had done and said to me and my family—for the attacks, the disrespect, and the nasty packages sent to my house. I told him it was a new day. A new era. A new name. I said we should bury the hatchet. I told him I forgave him. Then I said, “Man, why don’t you apologize to my daughters, and let’s take a picture together to show everybody we unified.” That was his moment. Instead, he went into a rage. He got nasty and said, “Yeah, I did that shit to you. I did that shit to you, Rev.” Standing right there was Joey—the VP over tickets and guest experience for the Commanders. I looked at Joey and said, “Can you please get this man out of my face?” And Joey told me, “Rev, we don’t get involved in fan disputes.” I said, “So you’re not going to remove this man from my face?” He said, “No.” So I gave Keith that Southeast DC push and got him out of my face. He fell to the ground, got up, and ran away. Then Rio Robinson started yelling and screaming: “We got your address!” “I’ll send my dad and his people to your house to f*** you up, Rev!” “We got your address!” That was said publicly. Washington Roadboy was there. Other fans were there. Tailgate Ted was nearby and saw parts of it. There were witnesses. But when the Commanders said they “investigated,” guess what? They didn’t get statements from the people who were actually there. They only took statements from Keith Gray and Rio Robinson. The same two people who went home that night and jumped on social media—especially Twitter—laughing, celebrating, and bragging: “Yeah, we got Rev T banned.” “Rev T ain’t coming back.” “We got his ass banned.” They were proud of it. They celebrated it. Meanwhile, I was the one banned. The same Keith Gray that some of y’all praise today was the same man coming to my tailgates trying to harass me, talking about having a “hunting party” to come look for Rev T. Those are the things I reported to the Washington Commanders. And what did they do? Nothing. Instead, they invited him to Redskin Park. They gave him access. They let him meet Jason Wright. So make that make sense. The man harassing me and my family got rewarded. And Rev T got banned. That’s the truth. Not rumors. Not gossip. Facts. Receipts. So before you ask where Rev T went— before you ask why I disappeared— before you ask why I don’t uplift this organization the same way anymore— Now you know. FREE REV T. The People’s Hype Man. REV T. Believe, baby.