Nats got four hits, scored two run. Caveman Jayson Werth is in third slot batting .191. Lead-off chump Denard Span is .240. No fucking offense happening, so you could have space pitchers who dominate multiple planets but no runs means fuck yo. Other end of dugout field positions was Marlines, who smashered 14 hits in Sunday matinee, with four runs to sweep Nationals series. Lead-off dude for Marlins went 4-for-5 yesterday, yet didn't get an RBI nor score a run. So he was going apeshit, and yet had nothing to do with any runs directly, although the psychological destruction of opposing pitchers and weakening their will to resist your offensive advances as a team could certainly be construed as a direction action, no? Gio got knocked up again, and the once indomitable and futuristically inspiraing One-Two tandem of Strasburg/Gio is looking lost a little. Not necessarily shot, but psyche's questioning things, existential crisis of sorts, which affects baseballers more than most other sports because baseballers be standing around a lot of time with too much thinking and shit going on. Long DC histories of lack of run support, lack of offense can damage pitching psyche - "Am I wasting my life? Is all this physical energy being expended for anything of substance? Is this all for just simple dollar bills in form of paycheck? What am I doing here?" Another hit, as man in red hat ponders these questions, another runner in scoring position, another early exit from that little cocaine bump of a pitcher's mound. Life is temporary but god losing streaks will feel like forever.
Nats are 7-12.
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