The Nats have stumbled out of the gates to an 11-27 mark, by far the worst in baseball. Yet, the pain of the Nationals fan is not simply on account of being beholden to allegiance of a subpar team. They know that the Nats stink, and yet still they root. It is what it means to be a fan. And it would be one thing if the Nats were getting pasted night in and night out. But that’s not entirely the case.
I frequently get first-hand accounts of Nats meltdowns via Mister Irrelevant, one of my favorite all-around blogs on the Web from the Mottram brothers of Yahoo!, Sporting News and now SB Nation. It is mainly through their musings that I’ve noticed the increasing frequency of Nationals bullpen blow-ups.
Yet, it was only today that I was drawn to the most dreaded of stats for any fan – the blown save. This gets back to the “it’s-better-to-get-mauled-each-night” theory. You see, the Nats have blown 13 saves already. They’ve played 38 total games. We’re talking a blown save every third game. Take a second and drink that in. It’s…remarkably…brutal.
I’m not sure what the MLB record is for blown saves, although I could probably look it up. I’m just too damn lazy. While the Nationals don’t make my Mets misery any less palpable, let’s just say it reminds me there are others who know the real definition of suffering.
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