ANALYSIS/OPINION:
After the last home game at Nationals Park on Sept. 28, as I walked into the clubhouse for postgame interviews, manager Matt Williams called me into his office.
“I want to thank you, Thom, for what you wrote,” he said, sitting before me a beaten, bewildered man.
What I wrote was a column where I called him humorless and uptight.
That’s how bad it got for Williams at the end. He was thankful for a column that was hardly the sort of thing you would put in your scrapbook.
He was thankful because I said it wasn’t his fault — and it wasn’t.