Watching the Red Sox pounce the Nationals was not nearly as exciting as I hoped it would be. Yes, the Nats are my #2 team, but they are Dave's #1 team. I was hoping for a good battle so that when the Red Sox came out on top I could do a victory dance in his face. There would have been lots of laughing, finger pointing, and couch jumping involved. Instead, after destroying his boys from RFK in an 11-3 stomp that made the Bad News Bears look like viable candidates for a spot in the National League East, I just feel bad for him. It must just plain suck to not be from Boston.