Well, that was certainly a weekend to forget. Yes, remember walking into Nationals Park for the World Series with your parents and grandparents and kids and friends and partners and spouses — but try and forget what actually happened during the game.
It seems hard to comprehend that the Nationals will be able to escape the shadow of losing three in a row at home — one would have to imagine that all of their energy and cohesion is gone, especially at the plate entering a raucous atmosphere in Houston. It feels like this team, resilient for so long, has finally hung up its gloves and is ready to go quietly into the night — no doubt that the players will say something different (which is why they play the games and I write the linkposts), but it’s hard to fathom Trea Turner suddenly waking up, Anthony Rendon suddenly remembering who he is, Howie Kendrick barreling up the ball again.