Sport Clips

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver walked into Sport Clips and asked for a haircut. ‘What? We only cut hair here!’ protested the stylist. The driver replied, ‘I know, but I heard you also fix cars.’ The stylist shook his head with a smile, reached under the counter, and pulled out a small toolbox. He gave the driver a quick once-over and said, 'Alright then, let's see what needs fixing!' And so began an unlikely partnership—Sport Clips became known not just for haircuts, but for its occasional car repairs too. A neighborhood legend was born.

2. One day, while waiting for his trim, an older gentleman turned to the stylist and said, 'I heard you can see Russia from here.' The stylist replied with a smile, 'Not today, sir—today's just another great view of downtown!' A few minutes later, a delivery driver walked in, complaining about traffic. The stylist quipped, ‘Traffic? Nah, pal—this is your daily commute to relaxation!’ Everyone laughed, including the driver, who smiled and said, ‘Fair enough, lady! Fair enough.’

3. In the quiet neighborhood of Bethesda, Maryland, something peculiar began happening outside Sport Clips one autumn afternoon. A little terrier mix named Max would dash out from behind the bushes every time someone mentioned 'football' during their haircuts. One day, a delivery driver jokingly asked Max if he wanted to ‘join the team’ for some imaginary football game. The little dog perked up and started barking excitedly, his tail wagging so fast it looked like a blur. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned football in Sport Clips, Max would appear, sit down with his paws crossed, and even occasionally give high-fives—all while getting his own haircut, of course.

4. At closing time one night, the manager locked up Sport Clips—and heard a tiny whimper from inside. Peering in, he found a sleepy pug fast asleep on the styling chair. The manager chuckled and decided to leave the little guy there for the night. The next morning, everyone in the salon had a new best friend—until another pug showed up later that week, seeking his own stylistic adventure. "A regular," someone quipped.