It was an extra innings affair yesterday apparently as the Phillies needed a 10th inning to beat the Nats. Doing simple math by reading the boxscore this morning, I can see the Nats were up 2-0 before giving up the go-ahead run in the bottom of 10th. Doug Fister was the starting pitcher and I always want to make jokes about "coconut oil or vegetable oil" with regards to his last name, but I'm not sure the four people who read this blog (lol if that) would get fisting jokes. Anyways, it looks like the Nats have built the greatest rotation in the history of organized or unorganized sports, but forgot that people still need to score runs, even though that's sort of been the problem all along. Then again, ultimately the scoring of "runs" in meaningless multi-billion dollar sports spectacles seems pointless what with the decline of human civilization under the oppressive boot of forever capital. But we had a fire in the backyard last night, and I was discussing with my 16-year-old offspring about sure, "what's the point?" but that should be motivation for good not bad. Like it's stupid to be like, "What's the point? I'm going to sulk." If there's no point to all this (there's probably not), might as well enjoy it, like, "What's the point? Let's have a cookout!" or "What's the fucking point? Let's go throw rocks into the creek all day. Fuck it."
Nats are 1-4.
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