Enough’s been ignored about the 0-10 furball we coughed up the first night, so I won’t add any less to it. The second night was a closer game and showed we *can* win the close ones if we have to; a sign of some hope.

I took the family to the Sunday afternoon game Big Al’s talking about here. Even within this performance there was the bipolar nature of the team. Backe pitched well, for the most part, and had hit support when we needed it. But there were also plenty of RISP situations Backe let himself get into that show he’s not yet the heir apparent to Roy that Big Al thinks he’ll be. Not saying he won’t be, but until his consistency improves–dramatically–I’ll be seeing a lot more games like this one. By that I mean, thank goodness the Nats *really* stink, because there were enough times in the course of the game that a better team could have easily put us away. We have some work to do, clearly, but there’s some promise in what I saw that weekend. Maybe we’ll be able to build on that so that next year’s visit won’t be such a tossup.

Anyways, keep up the good writing