I sometimes have difficulty coping with the realities of baseball. In my particular case, the reality is this: the local nine are a bunch of noble-hearted, young try-hards cursed to chase a pennant before acquiring an insulating layer of battle scars. Talented but emotional, the only thing they are consistently is inconsistent.
As a team, it's who they are.
Who are these players? What are their strengths? What are their weaknesses? How do they compare with their division rivals?
I sat, and I thought, and I drank wine that night, weighing the merits and meditating on strategy.
And in the end, all I could come up with were five trite lines of optimistic spring doggerel.
I hope you enjoy them.
See you soon at Navy Yard Station. I'll be the one in the red hat, charging up the left side of the escalator toward the center field gate.
It's [Expletive] AprilA limerick by NatRat2009When April baseball is atrocious,The fans turn unduly ferocious.With a hundred to play,It isn’t yet May,
But there’s misery in the prognosis.
The Nats have more errors from the left side of their infield than 15 teams have total.— Adam Kilgore (@AdamKilgoreWP) April 23, 2014