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Eighty years after the Washington Senators clinched the pennant on the way to their only World Series title comes the announcement that big-league baseball will return to the District of Columbia.
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.
A gallery of old Washington baseball photos includes a nice one of Griffith Stadium, and another of Babe Ruth catching a fly in front of the outfield advertising signs there.
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?