There I was standing on the street corner behind my condo building waiting for the bus when a man began chatting with me about the Washington Nationals. I had a Nats cap on so he knew I'd be a willing partner. He wasn't sure of the new coach, or Jayson Werth's current performance, or if Bernadina should be playing center field, etc. Negative statements mostly, but I stood there nodding my head in quasi-agreement/understanding and realized how good it felt to be a fan. Leaving Illinois was hard only insomuch that I was moving away from my favorite sports teams. But now I have a team I can call my own again. It's a team my dad brushes off merely because they're not a hundred and eighty years old, but a major league baseball team nonetheless.
When people can stand on a street corner and second guess the decisions made by the local ball team, well, what more could the Nationals organization want?
Also, Wednesday nights are $1 hot dog nights at Nats Park. That doesn't hurt either.
Also, the Nats aren't in last place anymore (for now).