Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

An amusing kerfluffle has erupted over the decision by sports writer Ken Rosenthal to switch his “twitter avatar”  (whatever that is) from a pic of him with the Philly Phanatic to one in which he’s running with the Nats’ Racing Presidents.   The pure poison spewing out of Philadelphia in response is a delight.  Methinks they doth protest too much.

There is an interesting point raised in some of their rants, however.  As regular friends of teh decanter and baseball fans know, Robbo’s beloved Nationals came out of nowhere last season to win the NL East and get to the playoffs.  Toward the end of the season, crowds at teh Park began to swell and merchandise started flying from the shelves.

This year, many punditistas predict that the Nats will again win the Division and most probably go all the way to the Series.  (Count me in as such a predictor, by the bye.)   And I am sure that they will easily set a season attendance record.

But what happens if they flame out?  (I should say what happens when they flame out, as they inevitably will some day.)   Just how deep is this new-found fan loyalty?  To borrow Jesus’ parable about the fellah sowing seeds, are we talking stony ground or rich soil here?  (The Philly people claim that they have a far more loyal base that weathers whatever happens to the team.  I think this is a load of revisionist balderdash.)

The gels and I were discussing this very topic just the other evening at dins.  We, of course, have been loyal to the team every since they moved here, and will remain so no matter whether we win the Series or slide back into the realm of triple-digit loss records and Nat’nal humiliation.

So in a way, I agree with those Phoul Phillies who mock the sunshine patriots and summah soldiers.  I just wonder how many of them there actually are in the crowd.

A glass of wine with Jason Epstein.

Oh, and

GO, NATS!  PHILADELPHIA DELENDA EST!

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