WASHINGTON — In that fleeting interval between earthquake, hurricane and the president's 57th (or so) major national address next Thursday, I can finally devote a summer column to the finest efflorescence of that season this city has to offer: the Washington Nationals.
They are a baseball team. Not yet very good, mind you, but it matters not.
When you live in a town with a great team, you go to see them win.
When you live in a town with a team that is passing rapidly through mediocrity on its way to contention — the Nats have an amazing crop of upcoming young players — you go for the moments.
I go to see Ryan Zimmerman charge a slowly hit grounder down the third-base line. This happens roughly once a game.
Zim comes flying in, picks up the ball barehanded and throws it across his body to first base, perpendicular to the direction he's running.
Except that this cannot be done. You could never get enough (velocity) on the throw to get the out at first.
So Zimmerman dives forward, leaving his feet and hovering there for an instant, his body parallel to the ground in order to get more arm extension and thus more on the throw, which by now is nearly underhanded, his fingers almost scraping the ground. Batter out.
Try this yourself. Aim for a barn door.
You will miss. And also dislocate your shoulder.
Another attraction is rookie second baseman Danny Espinosa. He has what in baseball parlance is known as range.
A hard shot is hit to the hole between first and second, and Espy ranges to his left to snag it.
Three weeks ago, one shot was hit so hard and so deep that he had to dive onto the outfield grass to reach it, sliding on his side in the general direction of the right-field foul pole.
Nice grab, but unless you can get the ball to first, it's just for show.
Espy starts to get up. But there is no time for standing.
So, from his knees, while still sliding on the grass out toward the stands, he forces himself into a counter-clockwise 180-degree spin to throw back toward first base — except that he actually begins his throw mid-turn, while facing the outfield, thereby gaining velocity from the centrifugal force (and probably the rotation of the Earth, although this remains unverified).
It's like throwing on your knees from a spinning merry-go-round that is itself moving laterally in a landslide. Try that.
The piece de resistance, however, is what center fielder Rick Ankiel pulled off last Sunday.
It's the bottom of the ninth, one out.