How the mighty have fallen, etc.

There may be some in America who can name the Nationals’ starting lineup without line coaching, but I daresay they could fit comfortably into one of the men’s bathrooms at Nats Park.

Sure, if you squint you can see signs of the future – I have shortstop C.J. Abrams, centerpiece of the Soto trade, on my dynasty team, and maybe you do too – but this is a sad, sorry excuse for a major league squad, perfectly crafted during the tanking era to leave no shred of doubt that the front office does not think major league wins are worth pursuing at this particular juncture.

To lose such a game would be disgraceful; to win such a game leaves little savor. Nonetheless, thankfully, win we did. Kyle Wright got his 19th win, which is cool, and Olson got two hits, which was gratifying. The Iglesias-Jansen tag team looked like something we’ll rely on a lot over the coming weeks.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of the regular season;
And all our yesterdays have left our team
Yet one game back.
Out, out, brief deficit!
This division race is but a tale
Recapped by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying home-field advantage. 

This <del>afternoon</del> evening, Patrick Corbin goes for his 19th loss. Let’s oblige him.