Some combinations are awesome:
-chicken and waffles;
-Chuck Taylors and suits; and
-Me and Britney.
Others combinations are lame:
-Joey Lawrence and the 21st Century;
-Christina Aguilera and everything;
-DC tourists and Metro escalators; and
-Me and my friend Brian.
You see, we’re good friends. We hang out a lot. We go to the same church. We’re even working together to launch a new Capital City Church location in Virginia. One problem: we’re bad luck. Really bad luck.
Over the past two years, we’ve been to six Nationals games together. We’re 0-6. In non-Brian games, I’m probably 15-6. You do the math.
We went to a huge game last night against the Braves. Unsurprisngly, the Nationals lost in spectacular fashion. This was partly due to the fact that the Nationals are a bad baseball team, but it was mainly our fault.
In short, do not invite us both to your wedding. Or any important medical procedures.
You’ll probably die.
First playoff baseball game in DC in 70+ years. Went with Brian.
Won sweet field passes.
Met Bryce Harper.
Brian’s 25th Birthday!
Lost again. (Duh.)
Maybe we’ll have better luck on $1 hot dog night?
Nope. Like a weird island full of polar bears and smoke monsters, we LOST.
So instead of blaming our inept coach, underperforming players, or questionable management for the Nationals’ disappointing 2013 season, now you know the real culprit: