Washington Embraces the Real Barack ObamaThroughout the 2008 campaign, Candidate Barack Obama lifted the spirits and hopes of audiences everywhere with his repeated promises to move us "beyond all the petty bickering and point-scoring in Washington," "to change the poisoned culture" of the nation's capital and to restore "a sense of shared purpose in Washington." We can argue later about why all this positive change has not happened in the first 18 months of the Obama presidency and about who's to blame. Maybe our expectations were unrealistically high, but the political culture hereabouts remains dangerously poisoned, "petty bickering" is still the order of the day and any "sense of shared purpose" continues to elude us But in the early summer of June 2010, the Real Barack Obama did in fact arrive in Washington. He has fostered genuine bipartisan unity while never once pitting "Red America against Blue America." True, he lacks deep Washington experience, and he is young. But Stephen Strasburg has united this fractious, embattled city like no individual has done during my 46 years of living here. Strasburg is 21 years old, 6 feet, 4 inches and a truly wonderful right-handed pitcher for the generally hapless Washington Nationals baseball team. How hapless? In this the team's sixth in the District of Columbia, it has yet to have a winning season or to qualify for the postseason playoffs. But in the last two years, by virtue of losing more than 100 games each year and compiling the worst win-loss record of any team, the Nationals qualified for the first choice in the annual baseball draft. They chose The Uniter, Stephen Strasburg. When was the last time any idea or individual in Washington actually exceed expectations? Well, Strasburg has done just that by striking out, as of this writing, seven times as many opposing batters as he has walked.
The Nationals games on television had attracted fewer viewers than re-runs of the House Subcommittee on Weights and Measures hearings on C-SPAN or the Russian Weather Channel. But with Strasburg just in uniform, not even in the starting lineup, the Fox network dropped a team with an established national following, the Boston Red Sox, to cover the Nationals game against the then-struggling Chicago White Sox. My grandson Jack would not take off the Stephen Strasburg jersey he got for his sixth birthday. Jack's dad asked for one gift for Father's Day: a Strasburg jersey. The jerseys are everywhere inside the infamous Beltway. I confess that I, too, am a groupie. Last Wednesday afternoon, when the temperature flirted with 100, I skipped work and went to Nationals Park to sit in the unshaded grandstand just to watch this kid pitch a baseball. What I saw there, beyond his 100 mph fastballs and dancing curveball, was a different Washington, where people who disagree — often vehemently — on policy and politics were chatting amiably with each other and cheering on the same side for our Old Hometown Team. You have to understand this is self-consciously workaholic Washington, where people brag about working until midnight and all weekend. And on a brutally hot workday afternoon, 33,000 Washington men, women and children played hooky to see Stephen Strasburg. In four short weeks, this promising young man has begun humanizing large areas of this polarized city. He has reminded us what we have in common and made us talk to each other. Stephen Strasburg could truly be The Real Barack Obama! To find out more about Mark Shields and read his past columns, visit the Creators Syndicate web page at www.creators.com. DISTRIBUTED BY CREATORS.COM COPYRIGHT 2010 MARK SHIELDS
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