Outside, the sunshine pretends to make the day warm, but the reality is it's freezing and the wind is rattling the windows as winter launches one last attack before its death. Thirty-six days seems like an eternity when it is twenty-something degrees out. The mud is still hard and cold, even in Florida, and Brian Lawrence is packing his bags and heading to the surgeon's table. There's only one word to describe this, and I won't write it here, though it rhymes with luck, of which the Nats seem to have none. I hate having that "wait 'til next year" feeling in spring training, but... Pray Rauch can step up to the mound.
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