PLEASE REMOVE THE DAGGER
Heartbreak. The Giants, by sheer virtue of their suckage this season, have not inspired that most horrible of sensations. The Cubs have given me a game or three of heartbreak, but I signed up for that when I paid my Cubs Fan dues. What I did not expect was to have my heart clamped by the Nationals.
Why do I feel this way? They've held their own against more offensive teams for three and a half months? They held the highly contested NL East top spot for weeks and weeks, as if they were the White Sox or something. Then, they went on a losing streak in a division that forgives nothing and doesn't care about your injuries, your problems with long ball, your outrageous ticket sales.
That's right, Atlanta unseated Washington. Finally. It had to happen. My Dad warned me that as each Braves player got himself un-injured, Atlanta was going to come back like a bad case of butt rash. Not that I've ever had butt rash. I just like the sound of that.
Washington is now one game behind. It looks weird in the standings list because I'm so accustomed to seeing their name on top. Like it's supposed to be there. And while Washington now officially leads the Wildcard race, I want them back on top of their division. Well, because they're supposed to be there.
I'm not feeling terribly apocalyptic about the change in the weather. Nobody thought Washington could do what it's done so far. But there are 62 games left, plenty of time for losers to rebound, and, more importantly, for winners to diminish like Galadriel in the west.
Just when we get Vidro and Nick Johnson (thank God, finally!) back in the lineup, Jose Guillen , Vinnie Castilla, and Livan Hernandez complain of pains. Not good, not good at all. And Junior Spivey broke his hand. Not good.
But back to heartbreak. Twas the Chief who twisted that dagger in my heart. My hero, the little engine who could, the man who usually appears for a Montreal minute and then the game is over, just let Atlanta walk all over him. Chad Cordero was so completely not on his game last night, the person pitching with his number might have been a stunt double.
Remember when you were a kid and you'd challenge a friend with "Who would win in a fight, Superman or Batman?" I was always a Superman guy. "He's stronger. He'd crush Batman. It's that simple." My friends would counter that Batman was smarter, he had to be because he was just a man. His brain was his most potent weapon. He'd find a way to take down the Man of Steel.
Last night, Nationals played Batman and the Braves played Superman. Batman was smart, indeed, almost smart enough. But in the end, even if just barely, Superman crushed him.
Why do I feel this way? They've held their own against more offensive teams for three and a half months? They held the highly contested NL East top spot for weeks and weeks, as if they were the White Sox or something. Then, they went on a losing streak in a division that forgives nothing and doesn't care about your injuries, your problems with long ball, your outrageous ticket sales.
That's right, Atlanta unseated Washington. Finally. It had to happen. My Dad warned me that as each Braves player got himself un-injured, Atlanta was going to come back like a bad case of butt rash. Not that I've ever had butt rash. I just like the sound of that.
Washington is now one game behind. It looks weird in the standings list because I'm so accustomed to seeing their name on top. Like it's supposed to be there. And while Washington now officially leads the Wildcard race, I want them back on top of their division. Well, because they're supposed to be there.
I'm not feeling terribly apocalyptic about the change in the weather. Nobody thought Washington could do what it's done so far. But there are 62 games left, plenty of time for losers to rebound, and, more importantly, for winners to diminish like Galadriel in the west.
Just when we get Vidro and Nick Johnson (thank God, finally!) back in the lineup, Jose Guillen , Vinnie Castilla, and Livan Hernandez complain of pains. Not good, not good at all. And Junior Spivey broke his hand. Not good.
But back to heartbreak. Twas the Chief who twisted that dagger in my heart. My hero, the little engine who could, the man who usually appears for a Montreal minute and then the game is over, just let Atlanta walk all over him. Chad Cordero was so completely not on his game last night, the person pitching with his number might have been a stunt double.
Remember when you were a kid and you'd challenge a friend with "Who would win in a fight, Superman or Batman?" I was always a Superman guy. "He's stronger. He'd crush Batman. It's that simple." My friends would counter that Batman was smarter, he had to be because he was just a man. His brain was his most potent weapon. He'd find a way to take down the Man of Steel.
Last night, Nationals played Batman and the Braves played Superman. Batman was smart, indeed, almost smart enough. But in the end, even if just barely, Superman crushed him.
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