If you’ve been a baseball fan in this town for any length of time, you’ve known far more heartache than joy.
Maybe you’re old enough to have gone to Senators games at either Griffith or RFK, rooting for teams that never seriously threatened to be anything more than lovable losers.
Maybe you came of age during that dark period from 1972-2004 when there was no baseball in D.C., only a few fleeting dreams of luring the Padres or the Astros or an expansion team to town, none of which ever came true.
Maybe you fell in love with the sport again during the summer of 2005, when a low-budget but highly entertaining group of former Expos surprised everyone with an improbable first-half run to the top of the National League East, only to collapse after the All-Star break and finish its inaugural season with a .500 record.
Maybe you were excited to check out the $611 million ballpark along the Anacostia River when it opened in 2008 and was christened by a young third baseman with a walk-off homer on opening night, only to suffer through a 102-loss season followed by a 103-loss season.