One year ago today, I remember running out of work and into the Metro.
I remember trying to load updates of the game on my phone as the train slowly brought me closer to Nationals Park.
I remember getting to my seat just in time to see Adam LaRoche put the Nationals up 1-0.
I remember seeing Jordan Zimmermann strike out the side. I remember Tyler Clippard doing the same. And I remember seeing Ian Desmond make a game-saving catch with two outs in the ninth inning.
I remember furiously waiving that stupid red Natitude towel as if it actually had an effect on the game.
I remember counting the foul balls and thinking “wouldn’t it be cool If Jayson Werth parked this next pitch in the left field stands?”
I remember a brief moment of disbelief when it actually happened. Then I remember running up and down the aisle high-fiving any and every random person I saw.
Most importantly, I remember thinking it was a moment to enjoy for the next 50 years.
I didn’t know the next day would be the worst day in Nationals history.