Perhaps this makes me a bad fan. I'll live with it. All I'm thinking about is Tuesday.
The Nats got drubbed TWICE yesterday. I don't care. Lots of home runs surrendered, some by pitchers who actually factor into the bullpen equation. I don't care. Good thing, given the way the games turned out.
The Nats play the Braves today. Lineups are posted about a zillion different places. I don't care.
I suppose the Nats have games tomorrow, Sunday and Monday. Not sure who they play. I don't care.
All I want is for it to be Tuesday at 1 p.m., so I can plop down in this here chair and watch The Future pitch. I teach a class until noon. I have an appointment at 3. In between? I'll be like a little kid at Christmas, watching Sir Strasburg pitch two innings (or 40 innings) in a game that means nothing.
I suspect I'm not alone in this. With the track record the Nats have laid down in their five years, all the faithful wants to see is a good reason for hope. As I've written countless times, this kid is Reason No. 1.
Nothing else really matters at this point. C'mon Tuesday.