washington-nationals
by Matt Wells
Imagine this, if you will: you’re doing what you love to do. You’re getting paid $10 million to perform your dream job. You’re also one of the best at what you do in your field.
Then, why complain? Ohhhhh, I get it. You’re Alfonso Soriano – the Terrell Owens of football. Soriano has already made Jim Bowden the laughing stock of GMs, the Washington Nationals the laughing stock of the league (for now), and he has made himself the butt of sports jokes everywhere.
By: Jon Morrill
Alright, so it’s a cheap shot. Calling Alfonso Soriano “Alfonso Sorry-ano”, I mean. It’s really not fair–making fun of a man’s last name. It’s not like he can help it. But the truth is I’ve never liked Aflonso Soriano. “Boy with Man-Head”, I used to call him. Ever see the frame on that guy? He looks like something from the X-Files. It’s probably why he runs so well–he’s spent half of his life running from David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. But I digress… there are more reasons for me not to like Alfonso Soriano than just the fact that he looks like an orange stuck on top of a pencil (zing!). He always does well against my Red Sox, especially when he was a member of the hated Yankees.
So maybe a change of scenery did help after all. This is what has happened to the current Washington Nationals, who escaped from torture just months ago. The city being referred to as one that brings about torture is none other than that of Montreal. Let it be known that Montreal is not a bad city by any means. It is just not the best place to have its own Major League Baseball team. It falls into the same category as having a hockey team in the city of say Phoenix or Tampa Bay. Oops, didn’t Tampa Bay win the Stanley Cup the last time hockey wasn’t in a lockout?
The smell of peanuts and Cracker-Jack, the roar of the crowd, the crack of the bat, and the smell of the grass. Attention all of you in the District of Columbia area; these images are for you. But for how long?