If you were a D.C. or Maryland native and decided to attend your first ever major league game locally, you would be in for quite a surprise.
You would notice the new stadium structure, a crowded Nationals Park not synonymous with what you’ve read about how Olympic Stadium in Montreal used to be and an extremely talented man playing right field.
“How old is that right fielder?” you hesitantly ask the die-hard, chest paint-loving Nationals fan sitting next to you, “He certainly looks and plays like a veteran.”
Slowly, this fan covers his right hand with his newly-purchased foam finger, points to right field and says, “That right there is the future of this franchise. His name is Bryce Harper, and he is only nineteen years old.”
“Nineteen years old? You must be joking! This young man should be hitting the bars in Canada, not playing in front of tens of thousands…
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