
Bryce Harper is more than the face of the Washington Nationals — he is the face of Washington, combining high self-esteem with chronic underachievement. (Credit: AP)
The Washington Nationals are a perfect fit for the nation’s capital, combining invincible self-esteem with chronic underachievement.
The Redskins are neurotic, the Wizards hungry, the Capitals convinced that catastrophe awaits. The Nationals fancy themselves as repeating champions, though they’ve never played in a League Championship Series, much less a World Series.
That thoroughly unjustified air of superiority emanates from the top, as I was again reminded last weekend when my wife and I were turned away from Natstown, the nickname management has given its cookie-cutter ballpark. Continue reading
