All the time waiting for the season to start. All the anticipation. And suddenly, we’re 14 games into it. Very quickly. And equally quickly, the dream and the promise threaten to fade. Four miserable losses I’m the last five games. It’s early. It’s early. I keep telling myself it’s early. Caught some of Dan Haran’s second disappointment (new guy distrust troupe) and Ryan Zimmerman’s deteriorating defense (last year’s flavor troupe) from the phone at the office. Those are the times I can watch the game and chat with twitter Nats fans (no real friends troupe) at the same time. Zim error cost a run, then Haran gave up a few more, so by the time SMHRod gave up another run (power v accuracy troupe), I didn’t care that mlbtv stopped working. I caught the last play from Charlie and Dave as I pulled out of the Trader Joe’s parking lot after stocking up on the night’s forget-me juice, coming up with a story to explain my daughter’s recent dip in grades.