Clearly Old Chelsea had the magic that broke the San Diego curse.
Caught the match on the radio last night (notably Capps' high-wire act in the 9th that reminded me of Cordero back in the RFK days, when practically every save situation was an adventure) and I was wondering how my San Diego links - as noted in the lead post, I was born there (naval hospital) - would sort out. Good to see that Capps and the Nats ultimately prevailed - but were some of those umpires moonlighting NHL refs?
Further interesting bit: The last time I was actually in San Diego was in 1969 - the year the Padres played their first season.
