It was the moment. I saw my first game when Bucky Harris managed the Nats. He had managed the team to the 1924 World Series win, and Washington kids read about 1924 and '25 over and over. Sam Rice, Goose Goslin, and Joe Judge all seemed like ancient history. And then it happened again!
I will always remember sitting in the second deck in RF during Game 3 of the NLCS, when the Nats buldozed the Cardinals to take a 3-0 lead. We knew that the Nats, after all those years, after losing my childhood Senators and then the expansion Senators, would go to the World Series.
It was magic.