The Nationals had just about played themselves out of contention and had you heard a peep from any of us? No, because we're all doing what we always do when the Phillies are playing out a meaningless September: Bitching about the Eagles. And, we've all been down in our city-sanctioned Pope bunkers eating dry goods.
Sure, it's fun to see a rival lose, but that Papelbon-Harper dust-up had nothing to do with us, even though, you know, the Phillies were across the diamond at the time, presumably wondering if they should call the cops while Bryce Harper was choked out by an insane person (According to many inside the game, this whole sequence was totally fine).