In baseball, just like in any other sport, what separates champions from also rans, is how a team picks itself up when they hit a wall. The nats are facing that wall and between now and the beginning of August, we'll see just which these guys are made of. The fat lady aint even stepped up the microphone yet, let alone started singing...
Still stuffing her face at the all-you-can-eat-buffet where hopefully she chokes.
(how's that for a bad metaphor?)