Maybe it's a sick sense of irony, or maybe it's just a commentary on how dreadfully boring my life otherwise is. Or maybe it's the impending arrival of Little Rocket #3 making me more sappy and self-deluded than usual. But I really kind of enjoyed watching that crapfest last night.
Yeah, the Nats lost in their typical blaze of facepalms. But for a few innings there, they had me thinking that this time it would turn out different. And that really captures what makes April baseball fun.