You, Adam Dunn, were one of the very few reasons to visit Nats Park last year. You crushed beautiful, majestic, arcing home runs that were as much art as sport. First base was an adventure for you, but far less of an adventure than right field. And now you and your remarkably consistent productivity are gone, off to Chicago to play for the Sox.
You’ll be great there. We’ll probably find some godawful tomato can to take your place — badly. Your bud Ryan Zimmerman has got to be at least a little disturbed about all of this, and I imagine he’ll eventually follow you out of town. And today, the Nats are without a first baseman and without hope. Last place, here we come again.