After the American League Championship Series was locked into place, I, along with television executives, lamented that the Toronto Blue Jays, not the Texas Rangers, would face the Cleveland Indians, not the Boston Red Sox.

I believe this this year’s ALCS may be cancelled due to lack of interest.

I might say, “Loyal Scaiaholics will know I’m a Montreal Expos fan,” but in this case it’s not just Loyal Scaiaholics who would have that information. Recovering Scaiaholics would know this as well as people who just enjoy Scaias socially.

Earlier this year, I had a chance to meet the last surviving member of the 1947 World Series Champion New York Yankees.

This was an amazing opportunity to talk with someone who roomed with Yogi Berra, who played with Joe DiMaggio and Mickey Mantle.

Brown later served as president of the American League. He’s also been a fixture at Old Timers’ games at Yankee Stadium; he still goes back every year.

So what did Brown say was his greatest accomplishment? He was also a doggone cardiologist! He practiced in Fort Worth. During his speech, he said he’d tell his dad he was proud to be a Yankee; he’d tell his mom he was proud to be in medical school.

Listen, I’m no Yankees fan, either, sir. Kudos. Kudos. Thus, out of all the things I could have asked him when we talked after lunch, I asked him when Montreal could expect a new team.

In my defense, he talked quite a bit about how the Expos were a disaster during his speech.

Brown also talked about how the game has changed. Superstars no longer room together.

During the division series, the play by play crew mentioned several times that the Nationals franchise had never won a pennant. This is false. When they were still the Expos, they may have only advanced to the National League Championship Series, but they became world champions of my heart.

I would point out that my love of the Montreal Expos is all Pete Rose’s fault.

Cincinnati hosted the all-star game back in 1988. He was managing the Reds, and my dad had acquired tickets to the all-star game workout and home run derby. It rained that day, and it was canceled. Pete Rose, though, would step out of the dugout and wave his cap to the crowd.

To quell the disappointment of the rainout, even though, as a six year old punk, I had no idea what I would be missing, my mother suggested the kids get a hat at the souvenir stand on the way out.

My older brothers had already pledged their allegiance to the New York Yankees, which was my dad’s favorite team, and the Chicago Cubs, which was where my family lived when my other brother was my age.

As a six year old punk, however, I would point to an Expos hat because, you know, it had all these colors on it. I had no clue what I was setting myself up for. Again in my defense, I stuck with them right up until the very end. I do suspect, though, that my choice to become an Expos fan was a source of disappointment to my father. Maybe not so much as my Cubs brother latching on the Red Sox when he went to college in Boston, but still.

When I moved to Oregon, the Reds became a source of civic pride, but I still had mixed feelings about the possibility of the Nationals having success in the playoffs. Sure, it’s not the team I would associate my childhood with, but it’s not their fault the dreams of Six Year Old Scaia have died.

And now, the Nationals have a storied history with the Los Angeles Dodgers. Maybe it’s time to move on.

So listen, Washington Nationals, you’ve now come close and been Rick Mondayed. Now, you’re ready to succeed. If your past as a franchise is any indication, you should become very good in about 13 years, have that season canceled by a strike and then get bought by a guy who would ironically declare that he’d bought a team he knew wasn’t viable. I mean, it’s not like he’s had problems running any other teams.