As a fan of a wide variety of popular (and not-so-popular) music from the 1950s (and sometimes even earlier) up through the present, one of my bucket list projects for years has been to put together a list of my 100 favorite songs of all time. At some point I decided that, once I got around to figuring that out, I could put it out on a blog, for the infinitesimally small proportion of the Internet world that might be interested. So, here we are. While the Top 100 will be a major focus, I also plan to post on a variety of other musical (and occasionally non-musical) topics, in which you may or may not be interested. (If a particular posting doesn’t ring your bell, you’re only a few clicks away from a dancing cat video on YouTube.)
“brain-dead sloppiness … is making a season that was always
going to be difficult devolve into a product that is, at times, comically
unwatchable”
“On a nightly basis, they make mistakes that could be used
by Little League coaches as textbook examples of how not to do things.”
“Believing in a more successful — and watchable — future
would be easier if the current players who are being granted jerseys and issued
paychecks would take pride in their opportunities and their craft. Physical
errors happen. Mental errors shouldn’t.”
For some reason, this game seemed to last much longer than
three hours, so much so that I got ahead of myself by an inning, thinking that
the game was over when the home team was retired in the 8th. (It
was, in a practical sense, but technically there was one more inning to get
through.)
Verlander earned his fifth win of the season (Corbin is now
0-6) by getting through five frames on 107 pitches. Four Houston relievers
completed the shutout, with the Nats managing only four hits after their 13-run
explosion the previous evening.
Twitter duly noted that, during pre-game introductions, the
baseball-savvy Washington fan base booed home plate umpire Angel Hernandez
almost as loudly as they did Altuve and Alex Bregman, the two most prominent
holdovers from Houston’s trashcan-banging 2017 cheating scandal.
Traffic wasn’t too bad coming down, although on the way back
there was a huge backup on the GW Parkway waiting to get onto the Beltway for
the second straight Sunday game. We had a filling lunch at CIRCA Bistro (chicken
panini for me), a block away from the park. Thanks to problems with the concession
stand systems, which by mid-game weren’t even able to accept credit cards, I also
wound up with a free soft pretzel, nice and hot no less. That wasn’t the only system
hiccup, as the ubiquitous 106.7 radio lanyards broadcast was running several
seconds behind the actual action.
As I write this, the Nats have a 4-13 record at home, so I
guess I should be thankful that we have been present for half of those four victories.
Oddly enough, both have come at the expense of the division-leading Mets. (The
two teams are actually mirror images of each other in the standings, with New
York currently at 22-11 and Washington bringing up the rear at 11-22.)
The odds for a home team win did not look good at the
outset. Brandon Nimmo led off with a double and scored when Maikel Franco threw
away Starling Marte’s bunt single. With one out, Pete Alonso then crushed an
Aaron Sanchez sinker to give New York a 3-0 lead.
At that point, we pretty much could have called it an
evening, picking up our promotional coolers on the way out. Sanchez put the
first inning behind him, fanning only one but inducing plenty of weak contact.
He blanked New York until exiting with one out in the 6th after
being hit in the heel of his glove hand by an Alonso comebacker. A trio of relievers
finished the job, allowing a few hits but no runs. Washington’s offense was
equally unsuccessful against the New York bullpen.
Traffic was heavy in spots but not too terrible in either
direction, and we certainly couldn’t complain about the weather (although I
kept my lightweight jacket on throughout). The pupusas from La Casita Pupuseria,
once I finally located the stand, weren’t bad either.