Woodbridge family has been a hit with Nationals big-league hopefuls
Phyllis laughs as she tells how each group of players seems different. Desmond and Marrero were younger when they lived there, so the Wilsons were accustomed to having them come home after games, eat ice cream and talk. Moore and Lombardozzi were a bit older and came home a bit later, often after the Wilsons had gone to bed.
After a few nights of missing them, Phyllis came up with a different way to give them her congratulations: she hung signs on the front door. “Nice hit, Lombo!” one read. “Nice grab, Tyler!” said another. They liked the signs so much they took them in, night after night, and tacked them to their fridge in the basement.
“We were just laughing,” Lombardozzi said. “It was awesome.”
When Moore had his best offensive day in the big leagues this June, a two-homer day in Toronto, a text from Phyllis was waiting for him when he got into the clubhouse. “If I had a sign,” the message read, “it’d be as big as the door.”
“She’s just an unbelievable lady,” Moore added. “Acted like she knew us for 20 years. Nothing was awkward. It was just always very welcoming, like a mother.”
No one can seem to explain their impressive run, or the link between being a Wilson charge and making it to the big leagues. But if it does have to do with them, or with their home, it wouldn’t be a shock to any of the players.
“You can’t disrespect them,” Desmond said. “They’re so sweet. [But] they expect you to know the difference between right and wrong. I think players that live there are held accountable for their actions so they’re staying focused.”
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