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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
The long national nightmare (of no national pastime in the nation's capital) will soon be over. Hopefully, the presidential tradition of throwing out the first ball of the baseball season will again be as perennial a sign of spring in Washington as the cherry blossoms.
In other sports news in the nation's capital: a poll of American Indians has found an overwhelming majority are not bothered by the Washington Redskins' nickname, supporting what the Wa-hoo-wah lobby at the Dartmouth Review has been saying all along.
Meantime, outside the Beltway, the latest Mudville Magazine asks: if rooting for the Cubs and Red Sox is imbued with some sort of cosmic karma, why isn't cheering for the White Sox, who've gone without a championship just as long? Where is the Chisox' Billy Goat, the Pale Hose's Bambino's Curse?