As rare as they've been, any victory is worth celebrating. In my house, there's nothing better than a victory over the Braves - especially after being in the stadium for three losses to them recently.
My son and I sat through the whole thing last night, switching over to the back-to-back Two and A Half Men episodes during the rain delay (he's the half in this joint). In the ninth, two on and none out, he had that smirk on his face. We both knew what was coming. Except it didn't come and he retreated upstairs in a flurry of unprintable words.
Neither of us could figure out why Dukes was trying for third base early in the game. We darn sure couldn't figure out what Prado was thinking trying to get to third later in the game. I sure didn't mind seeing the inning end with Chipper Jones in the batter's box.
He's leaving work early today, we're meeting his sister and heading to the park. I'm saying my prayers now that Zimmerman hits one out. If it happens, turn your head toward Section 309 and watch the goofball in the Braves' hat and Virginia Tech tattoo stand up and sing the U.Va. fight song. I'm hoping my buddies at MASN put a camera on him.
It's amazing how a couple of victories can change a mood. He reminds me the Nats are 3-10 on the season. I remind him the Nats are 2-0 since the purge, 2-0 since the deal for Zimmerman was signed. And the Braves are 0-2 in that same timeframe.
The Nats are, however, 0-6 with me in attendance this season. I hope that little fact doesn't get my ticket voided.