Gone Fishin'

Tomorrow, I take a journey on three planes, one bus and a ferry to a blissful paradise where I will sun myself on a beach like a washed-up beluga.

And if you think that I'm thinking about this crapbag team for more than thirty seconds, you're dumber than... ummm... I dunno. Make your own insult. I'm tired, and I've got a lot of packing left.

So enjoy the week of baseball. Enjoy watching teams paddle the Nats' backsides. Watch the fireworks for me. And try not to burgle my house.

In the meantime, check out the bazillion links to other high-quality Nats Blogs and/or message boards for all your pointless conjecture needs. Meanwhile, the quality level of the analysis here shall not go down while I'm gone.