From a
generally awful NYT story about the Washington Nationals' home opener:
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WASHINGTON, April 13 - Jerry Bush remembers the day baseball died as if it were yesterday, not 34 years ago, not a lifetime ago.
Thirty-four years is a pretty disappointing lifetime.
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"I'm getting goose bumps when I hear the name Nats on the radio," said Mr. Bush, a middle-school technology teacher in Montgomery County, Md., who unashamedly wears his Nationals baseball cap and jersey to school some days.
"Unashamedly"?
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In this buttoned-down city of transients, power brokers and the politically obsessed, giddy displays of nostalgia are not the norm. But baseball has a way of doing that to grown men and, occasionally, women.
No way! Girls don't like baseball.
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Never mind that few here can name more than a player or two on their new team. Never mind that the club drew just 748,550 fans in Montreal last year, when it finished last in the National League East with a 67-95 record. Never mind that the National's hat features a lone "W" above the bill, an uncomfortable reminder to some people in this overwhelmingly Democratic city of their Republican president.
You have got to be kidding me.