The State of the Washington Sports Union, August 2008
We who find succor and solace in the refrigerated mustiness of rinks do enjoy the occasional night out at the old ballyard, and last night, amid yet another stunner in this greatest-ever weather in the history of Washington Augusts, two hockey bloggers enjoyed that experience at Nationals Stadium. Despite the on-field product offered there. The Sporting News' Eric McErlain and I cracked open roasted peanuts, occasionally followed yet another Nats' mauling, and did what two sports-loving friends do best in one another's company: survey and solve Washington's sports' problems over a few beers.
Creative and caring about our home though we be, we may not be able to aid these present Nats. There is rebuilding and then there is this team: godawful, and embarrassingly non-competitive. There were no delusions about this team flirting with mediocrity this season, I don't think, but Nats' ownership and management, I also think, had some level of obligation to assemble something remotely attractive in this the maiden season of baseball in Washington's beautiful new ballpark. The final last night was Mets 12, Nats goose egg.
When the Capitals were rebuilding they were rather surprisingly competitive, and even fun to support. Having Ovechkin certainly helped, but there were other heart-and-soul types to rally around, and even on the toughest of nights two seasons ago one could see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.
There are two jewel ballparks separated by about 40 miles in our region, and both most nights are half empty (or worse). It's not so good. Last night was for all intents and purposes a road game for the home Nats, there were so many Mets' caps and jerseys outfitted on patrons. I moved past souvenir stand after souvenir stand with lone workers in each conspicuously inactive. The baseball product here now, despite its gorgeous, sparkling new home, isn't selling. And in such conditions, beleaguered franchises acquire the parasitic, preponderant presence of enemy fanbases.
There was as well conspicuous youth to last night's "crowd": offices that months ago had purchased blocks of Nats' tickets have surrendered them, night after failing night, to summer interns and the teenage children of associates. On pretty summer nights for them it is better than hanging out at the mall.
Then there is the television dilemma: even family members of the Nationals aren't following at home.
No one affiliated with the Nats now ought to be proud, and a revolutionary redrawing of the master plan (such as it is) ought to be well underway.
That ought to include, high on the list, re-pricing seats behind home plate to get some volume of humanity seated in them. Bad baseball is one thing; craven greed showcased with it is appalling. Put another way: the new stadium, funded as it is with bonds, can't endure many more summers like this one.
Meanwhile, interestingly enough, across town the Capitals were hosting a third open house for hundreds of new ticket plan purchasers. A funny thing has happened to hockey here just since last fall: tickets are becoming scarce. (It would wise for Yahoo's Ross McKeon to take in one of these open houses at the Phone Booth.) An OFBer was there last night, and around about the 4th inning I received a text relaying how few Verizon Center seats were tagged as available for the 08-'09 season. Almost certainly the Caps are holding back some seats for walkup sales, but it's become abundantly clear that SportsWashington is investing with their wallets in this team what they did with their fashion red last spring.
Bank on this, too: media for the team's training camp next month will blow away anything and everything that's preceded it, including Jaromir Jagr's first camp here. Gustafsson -- father and son -- will be in attendance. The hardward-hauling greatest hockey player on earth will daily hold court. There'll be a bit of interest in the performance of the camp's netminders.
The Wiz made news this summer by inking all of their name free agents -- the ones who've guided them to annual first-round failures. More importantly for Capitals' fans, the hoops and arena owner looks increasingly frail in his few public appearances.
McErlain last night shared with me a terrifically insightful assessment of the standing of the Burgundy and Gold here. "They've more of a college football hold on the region," he said. It's absolutely true. The Skins are to D.C. what the Cornhuskers are to all of Nebraska, what the Buckeyes are to Ohio and the Wolverines are to Michigan: quasi religious.
Not everybody wants to go to church on Sunday, however.
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