Last night, I rode home with a trainload of people, a shockingly high number of whom were wearing jersies for the most famous No. 23 playing. By their accounts, he played 20 unremarkable minutes. But they were gratified to see him at all. Few seemed to care that DC won the game, 1-nil. (As with my Nationals, who took two from the Giants this week (and have won 7 games in August already), the team performance was lost in the face of an individual performance . . .)
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Yeah but now that his star is falling I wonder if people will start jumping off the bandwagon, like with that other guy in Washington, what's his name, er, ah, Geronimo something? Grange? Grunge? Dang, tip of my tongue.
No. 43, still can't wemembew his name. Dwat!
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