Watching the Marlins beat the Nationals last night in the bottom of the 10th with a walk-off single got me thinking about two things. One, the adjective "walk-off" is not really appropriate, because these days even a last-place team like the Marlins does just the opposite after the winning run crosses the plate: players linger on the field jumping, hugging, and dousing one another with liquids. Two, celebrating your first victory in nine games as if you just won the World Series seems a bit like the Major League equivalent of every kid who plays getting a trophy.
