What a year 2020 has turned out to be. I don’t think that 365 days ago, anyone could have predicted what this country and the world would go through in 2020. What was supposed to be a year for the Washington Nationals from raising banners, getting rings, and wearing gold uniforms turned into a year of injuries, alternate training sites, taxi squads, and cardboard cutouts of fans in the stands.
Instead of talking about 2020 and the year, it should have been. I will share my experience on that magical night 365 days ago, where I was standing wet and cold in Nationals Park, surrounded by a friend and strangers that became friends for that moment.
The 2019 Postseason got off to an excellent start for the Nationals by winning a crazy wildcard game (which I was distraught that I missed in-person and I also fell asleep early before the comeback), a grand-slam home run in extra innings by Howie Kendrick over the LA Dodgers in the NLDS (also missed because I was asleep) and a sweep of the St. Louis Cardinals in the NLCS (don’t worry I learned my lesson and I did watch all those games to the finish)
During the 2019 postseason, I had a chance to attend a game during the NLDS against the Dodgers and two World Series Games, especially the first World Series home game in Washington D.C. since October 7, 1933, when the then New York Giants beat the Washington Senators in Game 5.
The 2019 World Series
There are many items on my bucket list in life; however, attending a World Series was and is on my bucket list. I was super excited that I had a chance to attend and root for my team. I remember waiting in line to get into Nationals Park, and you can feel the excitement in the air. The excitement was so great that when the gates were finally opened in Centerfield, there was a great big cheer and a lot of clapping. Being part of that moment is something that I will not forget.
From what I remember, Nationals park had a different feel to it. I have been to many opening days and many playoff games, but Game 3 of the 2019 World Series was different. It was the World Series, but there was something more than just electricity in the air; there was hope, as the Nationals had left Houston up two games to none against the Astros; as it turned out, the Nationals didn’t win a home game during the World Series. However, Nationals Park for those days and nights were different. In a time when people are so divided to me, those nights at Nationals park, everyone, at least the majority of them, was rooting for a couple of runs and a two curly W’s.
In the days leading up to Game 7, I was thinking of attending a watch party at Nationals Park, as I have seen on TV other teams doing the same thing. Still, I wanted to wait to experience the Nationals clinching the World Series, rather than an elimination game, so I waited until there was a Game 7 or if the Nationals could determine earlier in the series.