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This Nationals team will be forever bound by World Series glory built on defying odds

Anthony Rendon, along with multiple teammates, now becomes a free agent after a memorable World Series run. (John McDonnell/The Washington Post)

HOUSTON — When these Washington Nationals are remembered — in books, on bar stools, in bedtime stories for decades — it will begin on a chalk-lined diamond in Texas, at the close of the baseball calendar, with flying gloves and full hearts, when eight months ended, at last, in the daze of a long-shot dream.

That came once the Nationals won their first World Series, at Minute Maid Park on Wednesday night, after beating the Houston Astros, 6-2, in Game 7 to reserve a very large spot in baseball history. They are the first team to win a title with four victories on the road. They needed five elimination games to do it, treating pressure like a practice drill, and their final comeback looked like this: Anthony Rendon revving a sleeping offense with a solo shot in the seventh. Then Howie Kendrick stepping up, a runner on, to lift a flyball that drifted, and drifted, until it dinged off the right field foul pole to give the Nationals a lead they’d never lose.

Then 27 outs were tallied up — 15 from Max Scherzer, nine from Patrick Corbin, the final three from Daniel Hudson — and the celebration began. Dozens of players sprinted onto the field to make sure it was real. And it was. And it will be forever.

Watch as fans celebrated the National’s first World Series title in franchise history on Oct. 30. (Video: The Washington Post)

“Now this is the most 2019 Nationals thing ever,” said reliever Sean Doolittle, his teammates calling him for a photo on the mound, his red beard not yet soaked with alcohol that would drench another October night. “To win a Game 7 like this, an elimination game, we’ve played in every elimination this postseason. So very familiar territory for the boys right there.”

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This was always about defying odds, about chance, about meeting expectations, then passing them, then shattering them into a million tiny pieces. That’s what the Nationals did this year. That’s what they did, starting in mid-May, once their record sunk to 19-31 and their season went on life support. That’s what they did in the postseason, stacking wins, surviving once against the Milwaukee Brewers, twice against the Los Angeles Dodgers, and on Tuesday here in Houston to hinge an eight-month season — to hinge everything — on one last game.

The Astros once grabbed ahold of it. Scherzer, starting just three days after he couldn’t move his right arm, was knocked around in the early innings. He missed a Game 5 start with neck spasms and nerve irritation below his throwing shoulder. He couldn’t get out of bed without falling down, couldn’t get dressed on his own, couldn’t turn to look at someone without shifting his whole body. Then he was back on the mound, with the help of a cortisone shot, to punch through the biggest start of his career.

The Washington Nationals are World Series champions, but as any beleaguered D.C. sports-fan can attest, the road hasn’t exactly been smooth. (Video: The Washington Post)

He stumbled early, and gave up a second-inning homer to Yuli Gurriel, but Manager Dave Martinez didn’t rush to the bullpen phone. Instead, in a test of patience and sanity and maybe pride, Martinez rode Scherzer through five roller-coaster frames. The manager put full trust in his ace.

And the Nationals trailed by only two runs when Scherzer exited. He gave them a chance with 103 pitches. The offense couldn’t touch Zack Greinke to that point, through six dominant innings, but that took a sharp turn in the seventh. Rendon gave Washington its pulse with that solo homer. In his first seven trips to the plate in elimination games this postseason, each one larger than the last, he collected a walk, double, homer, double, homer, double and, finally, the homer off Greinke in those plate appearances. Greinke was gone after walking Juan Soto with one out. Then, after Will Harris entered in relief, Kendrick poked his two-run shot to put the Nationals ahead for good.

“I was just saying stay fair, stay fair, stay fair,” said Ryan Zimmerman, tears in his eyes during the on-field celebration, when recalling his view of Kendrick’s bending homer. “We got some breaks this year. That ball stayed fair.”

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Corbin used 44 pitches to shove the Astros into winter. Soto added an insurance run by ripping an RBI single in the top of the eighth. Eaton tacked on two more with a single in the ninth. Then it became a countdown of outs. Then three became two, and two become one, and one became zero to unleash the Nationals into a bouncing crowd surrounding Hudson on the field. Their yells could be heard in the top decks of the stadium. Their faces stretched with the kind of joy that only comes when, finally, everything is exactly right.

Because now, very soon, is when those faces will go and change. At least some of them. Rendon becomes a free agent Thursday morning. Strasburg could, too, if he uses an opt-out clause in his contract. Zimmerman, with this club since its first season in Washington, has an uncertain future with the team. Kendrick, Hudson, Matt Adams, Brian Dozier, Asdrúbal Cabrera and Gerardo Parra will hit the open market. But they will always be linked, from Scherzer on down to Javy Guerra, from ownership to the clubhouse staff, as the group that shocked everyone but themselves.

“It’s hard to describe,” Scherzer said while his voice quivered with emotion. “It’s hard to describe. All I know is that everybody, when they got their number called, they did it.”

The clubhouse celebration wasn’t unhinged, not like it was when the Nationals clinched a postseason spot in September, and not like it was at each previous checkpoint of the playoffs. Beer flew, and champagne was poured on heads, and at least one of their trophies was bent when it left the building, but there was a calm with finally reaching the finish line. But for a minute, maybe two, that Queen song blared and the room was filled with breathless screams.

The Nationals mixed all kinds of music into their routine this season. They played Reggaeton and Mexican pop, rap and country, Bob Marley’s greatest hits and even some crooners if a coach took over the playlist. But they never went for this song. It wouldn’t have worked until now. And once the opening notes hit, and they knew “We Are The Champions” was coming, Scherzer took the trophy to the front of the crowd and lifted it into the air. They all sang. Every last one of them. Everyone from General Mike Rizzo, Scherzer and his teammates, to the 10-man analytics team, who were covered in alcohol, who traveled on their own this week and rented an Airbnb by the ballpark.

Soon the volume was dialed back, and Scherzer was tearing up in a quiet hallway, and all the Nationals wanted to do was hang with each other for a little while longer. They are an older club, the oldest in baseball, and mixed restraint into their fifth party in six weeks. Stephen Strasburg accepted the World Series MVP trophy with his two young daughters. Guys later sat shirtless in the dining room and ate sandwiches. Victory cigars were lit. That’s what a championship does. It binds. And it make this team live on, and on some more, because a set of players delivered what no other could.

Follow along as the Nationals celebrate their first World Series title

No one will forget Scherzer, staring straight into trouble, sidestepping danger with his fastball and his change-up and a will to make the moment his. No one will ever forget Rendon lifting that ball into left field, deep into the seats, pulling the Nationals off the brink of defeat and back into the fight. None of them will forget Kendrick — and how could they? — his fists balled with excitement, rounding the bases in slow motion, looking as if he were still trying to process what just happened.

Everyone was. Kendrick’s teammates in the dugout. A quieted stadium that stood, stock-still, and begged for one more shift of luck. The thousands back at Nationals Park, sitting in rain-soaked seats, screaming themselves hoarse, staring at a giant video board that showed their team closing in on one last win. They braved the weather, and the years of autumn heartbreak, to watch what unfolded Wednesday night. They were joined by the loud living rooms in the District, in Maryland, in Virginia, by the kids who stayed up too late, by those who will need an extra cup of coffee, or three, to make it through work Thursday without smiling themselves to sleep. And on Saturday they’ll see a parade.

“We can’t wait to bring this all home,” right fielder Adam Eaton said. “That’s going to be the sweetest part. Bringing the damn trophy home to a city that waited a long time for it.”

These Nationals took Washington to its first World Series in 86 years. They opened imaginations and let them run like a fire hose. They made it okay, for more than one moment, for weeks on end, for a weary city to believe in baseball. Then they turned that belief into something much bigger. And now a title is permanently theirs.

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