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On the last day, hope and desperation swirled through Washington like the October breeze that forced men to don double-breasted topcoats and tug down their fedoras under bright sun.
Washington's baseball team suddenly morphed into a big winner after years of futility. Across the capital region, fans came out of the woodwork and cheered as it repeatedly atoned for past sins by beating the ears off longtime tormentors.
Like you, I'd enjoy rooting the Nationals upward and onward in 2012, perhaps even to — dare we dream? — the World Series.
Fifty years ago, on Sept. 21, 1961, the old and new Washington Senators met in the last baseball game at Griffith Stadium, the old ballpark at Seventh Street and Florida Avenue Northwest where Howard University Hospital now stands.
This was in the early 1950s, and owner Clark Griffith of the Washington Senators had just learned that third-base coach George Myatt was giving batting lessons to Harmon Killebrew, the club's teenage bonus baby.