Sweet! The Nationals got James Burke!! I love that guy. Especially when an episode would start and you'd get a shot of the Sistine Chapel or Versailles or something, and then he'd just pop in from the side and say, "hello, I'm James Burke." That was fun-nee. I would have thought he'd be dead by now, but I guess not. I wonder if it's hard to catch with those Coke-bottle glasses.
In honor of the newest National, I bring you "The Trigger Effect." Why? Well, you see, watching James Burke is a lot like being a Nationals fan. You start watching, and you can't quite figure out what the hell is going on because it's such a jumbled mess. But you figure if you keep watching, sooner or later things will start to make a little sense. And the longer you watch, the more you feel like you have to keep watching, or else the whole thing was a waste of time. Next thing you know, you're looking at Livan Hernandez's second tour and, despite all logic, you're thinking, "Hey, this guy's pretty good. Maybe things are making sense after all." And that's when it all starts again.
Don't say you weren't warned.