It Would Have Been Less Painful For Nats to Keep On Losing

Since he was 15, my son has had a problem with the truth. Three times last year, he came home in the wee hours of the morning with some of the worst excuses a teenager ever concocted.   But a few months ago, he came to me in tears, apologized for his errant ways, and for several weeks, he was honest, forthright, decent and loving towards his family.   But, a month ago, things returned to normal and the stories, and the arrogance, and his condescending manner came back with a vengeance.   I wish I had never seen this good side; it makes the darkness and the deceit even more painful to live through.   A few weeks ago, the Washington Nationals were toddling along at a pace that made them the ugly stepchild of the ’62 Mets. They weren’t going to lose 120 games, but they were going to come close.   And so Nationals fans didn’t pay much attention to the scores or the results of the games. That would be like opening your washing machine in mid-cyc...