Friday, November 09, 2007


I think it's about time to stick a fork in this thing, don't you?

The clearest sign of my lack of motivation and opportunity to blog is the fact I've been meaning to write this sine die post for over a month now!

There's another reason too. For those of you who don't know, and I'd imagine that's most if not all of you, Little Rockette is going to welcome a little brother or sister to the family a few weeks after Opening Day 2008. We probably should be scared out of our minds, but we're also very excited that she'll have sibling that close in age.

Another baby, especially one arriving right at the beginning of the season, is going to cut into baseball time for sure. I left the blog active after Little Rockette's arrival, and was able to post a little bit in 2007, but that was mostly because she was sleeping through the night 90% of time when the beginning of the season rolled around. I don't imagine we'll have any such luck until at least the All Star break.

Plus, as those of you who have been around since the team moved in 2005 could attest, this blog hasn't been what it once was since the end of the Inaugural Season. I was hoping to get back into it over time, which is why I've held off on officially killing this thing. I'd still love to blog about the Nationals again some day, but it's best to let Nasty Nats stand alone as what it is, and what it once was.

This is probably the part where I should wax poetic about my dead blog in a Basil-esque manner, but I have neither the time nor the creative energy to pull that off properly.

I'll say this, though: The Nationals could not have entered my life at a better time. In 2005, I was living alone, two years removed from college, with my fiancée living in another state until our October wedding. I needed something other than cheap beer and microwave pizza to occupy my time. The Nationals, the Natosphere and the jockjaws at Yuda's filled that void nicely. I'll remember everything about that year fondly.

Except Paul Schrieber. I hate that rat bastard.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

%$*#ing Schrieber

Before anyone asks: No, I was not in Miami yesterday.

But if I was, I would have been thrown out too. Bastard probably deserved it. I would have thrown peanuts at him.

And yes, it warms my cold little heart to see that my 2005 rants are the #2 result on a Google search of the bastard's name.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

And so it is...

I didn't want it to happen. And I certainly didn't want it to happen against my favorite team.

But as loaded when I opened my internet browser at a quarter till the ass crack of dawn this morning, my eyes jumped immediately to the blank stare of Brian Schneider and my heart sank.

And so it is. Mike Bacsik of the Washington Nationals joins the infamous club already populated by the likes of Al Downing, Tracy Stallard, Steve Traschel, and Chan Ho Park.

To Bacsik's credit, he seems to be handling it in a classy manner: "Me and Al Downing I guess will be linked for a long time," Bacsik said. "Hopefully, I can win 20 games and be an All-Star like him someday."

After reading Game of Shadows, there's little doubt in my mind that Barry Bonds is both a cheater and an asshole. Either one is reason enough to dislike the guy and be sad that he now holds both home run records, though the cheating thing is certainly the more compelling reason. Put the two together, though, and it's easy to see why most wish to hold him up as a poster boy for all that's wrong with Major League Baseball.

That would be a mistake. Though the evidence certainly suggests Bonds deserves our vile, he was not the first nor the last player to cheat by using steroids. There is also compelling evidence that previous home run heroes McGwire and Sosa were using, while Clay Hensley, the pitcher who gave up 755 to Bonds, was also busted for a positive test.

As many have already said, the suggestion of an asterisk for either of Bonds records is silly. Baseball, unfortunately, is a game of cheaters and scandals. The rules change from era to era, and different facets of the game become stronger or weaker. We'll always qualify certain events by remembering they occurred in the dead-ball era or the era of the dominant pitchers of the 1960's. Now we have the Steroid Era, and Bonds' achievements, remarkable as they are, will always be linked to suspicions of cheating, unless proof to the contrary emerges.

There's an excellent post from Chris on the subject, and he makes an important point. Much as we'd like the baseball record books to be a roster of American heroes, they're just numbers, not morality. Barry holds the records, for now at least. That's a fact, and we can't ignore. As for me, I plan to save my respect for the likes of Hank Aaron and Roger Maris.

Oh yeah, we won the game. Suck on that.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

John Lannan: American Hero - Part Deux

Friday, August 03, 2007

Memo to Bob Carpenter


While on occasion Nats fans might secretly smile at your unabashed homerism or grin when you actually get off a good line (see the 6:24 mark on this video), this Nats fan would like to put you on notice as to the following:

* When the Nationals score a run to cut the deficit from two runs to one, that run did not put them "back in the game." Believe it or not, the Nats are still "in the game" when trailing 3-1 in the third inning. As a shameless homer, you should believe that more than anyone.

* When runners are on first and second with less than two outs, and the Nationals get a force out at second, they did not "get the lead runner." The lead runner is now standing on third.

* It's East Capitol Street, not East Capitol Drive, ya hayseed!

* Any home run call that asks a question ("How far's it gonna goooooo?!") is most decidedly not cool, hip, clever, witty -- or any other adjective that might be construed as positive.

* We get it - you used to work for the Cardinals. We know they managed to win the World Series last year. We know Bob Gibson was an intimidating pitcher. We know Albert Pujols is a great hitter. (Speaking of Albert, try a "Poo holes" joke. That's still funny sometimes.)

* Oh, and Nationals fans don't give a rat's ass about what "our friends in Baltimore" are doing on the other MASN channel. In fact, we're trying to forget that our team is linked to the craphole up the parkway by the sweetheart deal Selig gave Darth Angelos.

Believe it or not, that's all I have. I can't pay attention to the TV all night, since Little Rockette usually starts crying for a bottle around the fifth inning. But I'm sure other Nationals fans could add to this memo.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Bang! Zoom!

Nats 7, Phils 6

43 wins, pendejos! Eat our dust, 1962 Mets!

And shove it up your tailpipe, Wendelstedt! (video link) It sounds like Tubby Wendelstedt will make a worthy inductee to the Paul Schrieber Umpire Hall of Shame. Looking forward to catching at least part of the MASN replay tonight.

(UPDATED: I captured and put up the MASN video. I think I love Don Sutton.)

On to 63!

(And by the way, I don't care if he is in the mix for the batting title, why are we signing a 34 year old DH with a glove to a 2 year deal? Doesn't make a lot of sense. The Nats farm system has made nice strides in the pitching department, but there's literally almost no one down there, save one or two guys, who can hit. Dmitri is "found money," and you've got to turn him into long-term assets if you can.)

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Welcome, young ones.

Washington Nationals Draft List

Ross Detwiler

Josh Smoker

Michael Burgess

Jordan Zimmermann

Jake Smolinski

Steven Souza (yes, he plays baseball too)

Derek Norris

Brad Meyers

Jack McGeary

Philip "P.J." Dean

Adrian Alaniz

Mark Gildea

Pat McCoy

Bill Rhinehart

Craig Stinson

Steve Shepard

Dan Lyons

Patrick Arnold

Chris Blackwood

Luke Pisker

Sawyer Carroll

Jeff Mandel

Daniel Cook

Anthony Benner

Jake Rogers

David Duncan

Ricky Nolan

Chris Berroa

Kelvin Clark

Aaron Seuss

Boomer Whiting

Justin Phillabaum

Zack Pitts

Dave Stewart

Dan Killian

Jeffrey McCollum

Kenn Kasparek

Alex Floyd

Martin Beno

Devin Drag

Shane Erb

Caleb Staudt

Kai Tuomi

Iden Nazario

Garrett Bass

Mike Martinez

Clint Pridmore

Travis Reagan

Ryan Cisterna

Jeffrey Walters

Kyle Gunderson

Jake Dugger

Lindon Bond