Yes, it will be an ugly, ugly season for the Nationals. Yes, the team has erased nearly all the notable players from the roster in a quest for young talent. Yes, it’s probable that anyone who’d like to take part in baseball’s final season in RFK could get themselves lower-tier infield seats just by rooting around in the garbage near the stadium on gameday. I realize this.

But the Nats are my team, and they managed to hold out the prospect of priority, whatever that means, for tickets in the new stadium to current season ticket holders, and so I’ve signed on. Remember, only they that suffer can properly look down their noses at bandwagoners once the Nats are no longer some shade of mediocre.

The thing is, due to the whims of whatever pricing formula the club was using, the best deal was far and away the 41 game package, as opposed to a 20 game package. And while I’m a dedicated fan, there’s no way, period, that I’ll ever be able to attend all these games. Lisa certainly won’t. So, if you and a friend ever think you might want to attend a Nationals game this year, please ask me first. Go Nats.