Zimmermann throws a complete game with only 91 pitches.

Number-3-and-number-5-turning-into-number-1-and-number-2-I-mean-the-best-not-pee-and-poop troupe.

Poor Anthony Rendon  Not-sure-if-new-guy-can-make-it-in-the-big-leagues troupe.

He didn’t play today. That’s my point.

It was probably the quickest game of the season, with both pitchers working efficiently, and a 1-0 score.

Finally, a solid win.  This was fun, glancing at my phone while updating next year’s work schedule. Gio was on his game, through 8 innings!  They were able to string a bunch of extra base his together.

Espinosa (who has his own troupe in this drama) hit his first homer of the year. Span contributed. Werth earned some of his outrageous salary. Harp got another homer under his belt. 

The only guy who hasn’t stepped up yet is LaRoche. He went 0 four 4 today. Only reaching base on what would have been a double play, but Werth got himself hit with the throw. More about him later.

The biggest troupe is one I’m afraid to explore, but as time inevitably ticks on, I will be forced to… Is this the start of a turnaround, or merely a statistical blip? Even the suckiest teams win a game every once in a while. Is this a temporary respite or a return to what I want?

Desire, another troupe.

Crap.

Ps, missed the last inning (and Span’s two run triple) because the cell service at the place where Angel’s trash meet was was crap too.

Lose

I didn’t know it was a day game, so I wasn’t completely pissed when my Cardinal-fan coworker walked into my office and handed me a broom.

It’s only April. It’s only April.

We are under 500 for the first time since 2011.

This blog thing isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be, back when we were world series contenders.

Lose

Lose

Lose

Top of the eighth, two on, nobody out. Nats down 2-0.   Pitcher walks the last batter on 4 pitches.  Jayson Werth has a 3-0 count.

That is all.

He swings at ball 4, grounding into a double play.

Another Fox Sports presentation, so no visual. Not that it matters. Today was domestication Saturday. First stop, San Francisco Dancewear for dance shoes that it turned out she didn’t need. Then to Goodwill for dresses.

I watched, on gameday at the thrift store, Gio blow a 3-0 lead via a complete meltdown in the b4. Forty pitches. Yesterday Stras, and today Gio. Our two aces letting us down.

Fortunately, Harper, LaRoche, and Desmond came through with the long ball to keep the Nats on top of Gio’s … uh … descent to normalcy. Stammen coming through with two scoreless, striking out five of six batters restored my faith a bit.

Harper had another two homer day, so being banned from viewing kept me, mercifully, from having to view today’s stat on the number of multiple homer games prior to a player’s 21st birthday.

Comodification of the phenom troupe.

And oh. It’s 420. I wonder if Timmy’s pitching today.

Who turned the world upside down?  The Nats, even when they sucked, tended to handle the Braves and the Mets well, while getting owned by the Phillies and Marlins.

This season, they are, so far, 5-1 against Miami and 0-3 against the Braves.

It’s early, and I seem to remember similar feelings cropping up last season around this time, as the offense proved anemic, and Carp would say every night that such and such a pitcher was dominating the line up.

It doesn’t help that Desmond and Zimmerman had really bad fielding weeks and now lead the majors in errors.

Strasburg, the guy who is supposed to be carrying us to the pennant couldn’t get past one of those Desi errors.

Only half paying attention.  On a bit of a roll at work.

But, the boys pulled it together.

Beating-on-the-team-that’s-had-our-number troupe.  It’s nice to be beating a team that clobbered us time and tome again.  We’re up 5-1 against the fish.  I remember watching the boys run down one after the other by Noralsco for the last two years. Not a problem tonight.

Survivor-guilt troupe.

Someone-has-to-win-someone-has-to-lose-in-a-world-where-I-strive-for-equity troupe.

Bryce Harper went 4 – 5 with the flu, and I got retweeted by F.P. himself tonight. I’m saddened that I consider that an accomplishment.

Lombardozi held his own nicely.  Second-string troupe. 

Zimmerman’s arm seemed back to it’s gold glove self.

Yay.