A handful of fans showed up at the Carl Barger complex to brave the cold winds and watch the Nationals pitchers and catchers. One of them, a young boy wearing a University of Miami jacket, was excited about one of the young pitchers he was watching.

So as catcher Brian Schneider walked by, the boy said to him, "Is that really Billy Wagner?"

Schneider burst his bubble: "No, it's Ryan Wagner."

About 20 minutes later, a woman standing by the fence asked me, "Is that Billy Wagner?"

"No, it's Ryan Wagner," I answered. "They can't afford Billy Wagner."

This illustrates the anonymity of this army of pitchers the Nats have brought to camp. Years from now, kids who get autographs here this spring will look at the names and wonder, "Who the heck was that?"

Except, of course, that kid with the Miami jersey. If he gets Ryan Wagner's autograph, he'll remember him for who he was not - Billy Wagner.

One more thing: The highlight of my first full day here in vivid Viera was meeting Miss Chatter.