If you proposed the ending to tonight’s Washington Nationals game in a work of fiction, the audience would complain that it was too on the nose to be realistic. But truth is indeed stranger than fiction, and all that jazz.
After starting the season with eight errors in the Nationals’ first 15 games, Ian Desmond’s adventurous play at shortstop has mostly leveled off, to the enormous relief of his teammates and the mild disappointment of fans of slapstick comedy. Two months later he’s sitting on 14 errors, all but ending any hope of…
Here are some things Ian Desmond has going for him: he’s been an All-Star; he’s won three consecutive Silver Slugger awards at shortstop, fewer in total than only Barry Larkin (9), Cal Ripken Jr. (8), Alex Rodriguez (7), and Derek Jeter (5); he’s twice been a Gold Glove finalist; he’s the only player in baseball to…
Carlos Gomez and Ian Desmond came together for a brief colloquy in the bottom of the eighth of today's Nationals-Brewers game, and another day of midseason baseball was momentarily enlivened by bitchcakes umbrage between grown-ass men.
Sure, that's a totally normal thing for a professional athlete to do in the middle of game.
There is no baseball, no real, meaningful baseball for another 44 days. But the dead zone of the sports calendar has quickened considerably by the advent of spring training. Camps in Arizona and Florida stir to life, as co-workers who haven't seen each other since September get back together for some stretching.