As I come down from the beautiful hangover of October, it’s hard to put into words how fantastic this 2019 ride has been. As fans we agonized over a terrible start, dealt with injuries, and the blow of losing our former franchise star. We made really bad takes about getting rid of our manager, and feared for the worst…when little did we know the brightest days of our franchise were right around the corner.
From May 24 on the Nats had one of the greatest runs of any team in regular season history, winning 75 of their last 100 games. The record doesn’t do that ride justice however. We saw so much character from this team. Come from behind wins, battling through injuries, and most importantly we saw them have fun for the first time as a franchise. I will never forget the joy of seeing them overcome deficits in elimination games, the joy of Ryan Zimmerman’s face when they reached and won the World Series. I was so proud watching the once fragile Stephen Strasburg show the ultimate toughness in what is arguably the best postseason performance from any pitcher in history, and I was filled with hope as I saw Juan Soto elevate above the biggest moments the game could serve up to him.
I had waited my entire life for this city to become a baseball town, and after witnessing the parade downtown this past weekend I can say we finally made it.