Well, that will leave a bruise.
I’m at a board meeting for work, so will have to wait until later for a longer reflection on the Nats 2017 campaign, but oh my…the bad taste from that last game is going to linger for a while. I was sitting in the only television room in the place, watching the game alone until 1 o’clock in the morning. At least I resisted the temptation to pull out a beer or have a glass of wine to drown my sorrows.
Gio does his Gio thing and melts down under pressure. Max and Wieters pick the worst possible time to play sandlot ball. Dusty’s loyalty bites us in the behind. Harp isn’t always Mr. Clutch. Instant replay can be correct and yet wrong for the game.
Oh…and for those Chicago Cubs fans who are itching to tell you how your team blew it…you’ve now become just like the insufferable Red Sox and Yankees fans. Is that what you really want? Memo to self…if the Nats ever do win a first round series in the playoffs or more, don’t gloat. It is just a game. Behave like the Royals fans did during their recent run of excellence, and just thank the baseball gods that you got to have some fun.
Winter (and more) to come…