We attended tonight's epic cluster**** wherein the Nationals surrendered a 9-0 lead to my lovely wife's Braves. I was able to enjoy the mind-blowing experience, the Buccos having finished their business in orderlier fashion. This one was priceless. Among the highlights that won't be reported are the Nationals trotting ours of their bullpen Sean Burnett, Michael (the artist formerly known as Gonzalez) and Tom Gorzellany. Yessirree Bob, three former Bucco lefties in one game. It didn't work. Chipperton Q. Jones got two RBIs (yes, I know they don't matter) to set the record for third basemen. Tyler Clippard implodes (if he isn't DLd by Monday, I'm Chipper Jones), Craig Kimbrel inexplicably throws Danny Espinosa 98 miles of filth in the one place on God's earth he can hit it, belt high on the outside corner. Tie game. But wait, there's more. Gorzo comes out for a second inning, and his shelf life expires. Wife goes crazy. But the best part? Thousands of these chuckleheads they call fans actually leave a 10-10 tie with their team coming up in the bottom of the 10th. Incredulous Braves fans look at them and say, "Who the hell leaves a game like this?" We stay. Braves win a game they were trailing 9-0 in the sixth, the immortal Chad Durbin gets the save. Six fans remain. Four are stunned, and the other two had no idea the Nats lost. Baseball in our Nation's Capitals, where the dumbest fans in baseball pay top dollar for the most sterile experience in the game. I just love our park and our fans. Seriously. These people make Yinzers look wonderful.