The red helmet cratered into the dirt behind third base and skittered toward the outfield, discarded in a burst of energy and glee, like wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Bryce Harper sprinted for home, his slicked-back hair holding on for dear life. Ian Desmond had scorched the ball into the left field corner, and now it zipped toward the catcher, hopeless against Harper’s speed. Nationals Park erupted, louder than it had been in some time, maybe all year.
July 1, 2014 at 9:19 AM EDT