The Dugout: Regarding the Nationals' Misspelled Jerseys

I commit my fair share of typos. It's an unfortunate consequence of writing things on the Internet. But if I instead stitched my posts, letter by profane letter, onto a quilt or throw pillow or something, you'd better believe that there would be no mistakes.

That's why I'm unable to understand how in the world the Nationals' Adam Dunn and Ryan Zimmerman took the field last night with jerseys that spelled, "NATINALS" on the front. (Visual evidence can be found at the excellent D.C. Sports Bog.) There has to be some sort of explanation for this, right?

This mrning's Dugut is after the jump.

The Dugout

	OnlineHost Welcome to Nationals Clubhouse Chat!
	GitErDunn: /opens sack lunch oh boy peanut butter and jelly
	GitErDunn: oh boy a note from mom!
	GitErDunn: hm /squints hmmmmmmm
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: what you readin
	GitErDunn: my mom packed a note in my lunch!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: you neva told me you had a mom
	GitErDunn: i sure do!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: what it say
	GitErDunn: i dont know how to read :(
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: the f***
	GitErDunn: will you read it to me
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: yee /grabs note "Hi Adam! Hope you're having a great day at baseball! I made you peanut butter and jelly because I know it's your favorite! xoxo Mommy"
	GitErDunn: /grins
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: the f*** you smilin about
	GitErDunn: my mommy wrote me a--
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: /decks Adam Dunn in the mouth
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: gimme ya sanwich
	GitErDunn: ok
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: you got a mom and i aint like it
	GitErDunn: sry
	OnlineHost The next day...
	GitErDunn: /unpacks lunch
	GitErDunn: oreo cookies!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: what you got
	GitErDunn: oreo cookies!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: gimme them s***ts
	GitErDunn: but they're oreo cookies!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: you don't gimme them oreo cookies and i'm a smash ya teeth on ya sternum like a gat dam pez dispenser
	GitErDunn: ok sry
	OnlineHost The next day...
	GitErDunn: /unpacks lunch
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: what ya moms pack
	GitErDunn: a ham sandwich and three fun size twix bars! whoopee!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: gimme them twix
	GitErDunn: but my mom packed them just for me!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: ill trade ya some bonkers candy for ya twix
	GitErDunn: okeydoke! /hands over twix
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: haaaaaaa they aint even make bonkers candy no more ya dumb f***in bitch
	GitErDunn: :(
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: how you aint know that you live in a f*in box with no holes in it or some s*
	OnlineHost The next day...
	GitErDunn: /unpacks lunch gee whiz! some fig newtons!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: gimme them s***s
	GitErDunn: i don't want to give you my fig newtons!
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: gimme them s*s or ill punch ya in the gut so hard ya be processin bile with ya f*in testes
	GitErDunn: /hands over Fig Newtons
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: yee /eats Fig Newtons taste like ya soaked a pop tart in a barrel o cat piss
	OnlineHost The next day...
	GitErDunn: /unpacks lunch oh boy, a-
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: /snatches lunchbox what ya mom pack
	GitErDunn: carrot sticks and-
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: pffffffffffft heeryor lunboks /throws lunchbox at Adam Dunn's face
	GitErDunn: ow ow owwwww
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: hoffa gud tay askool mothaf***
	OnlineHost The next day...
	SecretOfTheGuzman: Hey dude, what's up? Your jersey is spelled wrong.
	GitErDunn: it is??? /looks down at jersey
	GitErDunn: this says "louisville riverbats" right
	SecretOfTheGuzman: ...no? It says, "NATINALS." That's spelled wrong. It's supposed to spell "NATIONALS."
	GitErDunn: oh
	SecretOfTheGuzman: Wait, I see what's going on...are those clothespins on your jersey?
	GitErDunn: yeppp my jersey has gotten too big so my mommy fixed it up
	SecretOfTheGuzman: That's the problem. It's covering up the "O." How are you losing that much weight anyway?
	GitErDunn: i haven't eaten in 17 days
	SecretOfTheGuzman: What? Why not?
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: /grates stick of string cheese on beard yo
	SteakGrowsOnDmitri: tell ya moms if she aint start packin fruit by the foot im a crack ya head on a jagged stone