Final Score: Marlins 8, Nationals 0.
Dame of the Game:
Sandy Leon: 0-0. Just kidding, it’s no one.
Shame of the Game:
Adam LaRoche: 0-3. The ohfer is less shameful than the fact that he, as a cleanup hitter, only got up three times. That’s not entirely his fault, but I’m in no mood to accurately assign blame for this game.
There are a couple of things that make this game slightly less miserable than the near-identical game from about a week and a half ago. One, Stephen Strasburg wasn’t pitching this time, so we didn’t have to worry about the fact that his innings were being wasted on an overflowing toilet of a baseball game. Unfortunately, that thing is canceled out by the fact that we now know that Strasburg won’t pitch again this year at all, which casts a pall of misery over pretty much every Nats-related thing that happens. Two, the Nationals only got shut out 8-0 this time instead of 9-0. Unfortunately, that thing is canceled out by the fact that WHO CARES THEY STILL GOT SHUT OUT BY RICKY NOLASCO AGAIN.
Shut out by Ricky Nolasco again. Let those words swish around in your mouth, get a taste for them. Let them marinate in your saliva. Rrrrrrrrrrrricky Noooolasssssssssscoooooooo. How do they taste for you? For me they taste sorta like sandy mold, burnt and garnished with arsenic. Don’t even bother spitting them out. The taste lingers for a few days anyway.
Never has a hero or villain been so consistently thwarted by such a pathetic nemesis. And for good reason. I mean imagine if Lex Luthor always lost to Superman, except Superman’s only power was the ability to consistently post ERAs of 4.5. No one would like that story.
If the Nats end up going on to win the World Series this year, there will always be an asterisk next to the championship.
“Washington Nationals, 2012 World Series Champions*
*But they got shut out twice by Ricky Nolasco, so on the whole the season has to be considered a failure.”