Swamp Action

Last night at the Nationals game was probably one of my more uncomfortable moments in Washington. Sitting out in the open in ninety degree heat with seventy percent humidity is not my idea of a good time, but I’m such a baseball nut that I knew I could do it. I got to the stadium early, set up my scoresheet and waited for the game to kick off. The guy in front of me proceeded to taunt the Red Sox fans that went by, which wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if he didn’t proceed to tell a group of young teenagers that they should all die horrible deaths. I swear, Yankees fans really have no business ever coming to baseball games. It just serves to remind the world that trolls really do exist in real life.

The game was a good one, but I think the official scorer for the Nats needs to re-examine his hit/error calls from last night because I can think of at least three people that deserved errors last night, but instead got mercy calls. A first inning blooper ends up a double when a couple of fielders converge and the ball is lost. A late inning ball hit over the charging Preston Wilson’s head (dude! Back the fuck up when the ball is hit your way, you can always readjust!) turns into a stand up triple.

We didn’t stay into the seventh last because it was just so foul. My shirt sticking to my back and sweat running down my calves (damn you corporate dress code! Damn you to HELL!) and no air movement at all in the upper deck allowed us to hear the end of the game from the air conditioned car on the way back across the 14th St. Bridge. This swampy existence of ours is not worth living sometimes, and it definitely makes me wonder “Why the hell didn’t we put our capital someplace with better weather?!”

6 Comments so far

  1. wayan (unregistered) on July 19th, 2005 @ 7:49 am

    Wait! Weren’t you just telling me last Friday that you don’t have a dress code at work? That you could come in wearing flops and T’s? And thanks for the mental picture of your sweaty legs. I’ll trade ya – think of me after a night of sweaty sing-along, waking to no shower water.

  2. Tom Bridge (unregistered) on July 19th, 2005 @ 7:53 am

    If it were up to *me*, there would be a dress code of “please shower daily, and don’t look like an idiot.” But instead, I found myself in a pair of slacks and a polo yesterday. If it were up to me, I would be in t-shirt and shorts. But that’s because I’m not used to this humid bullshit, I prefer the dry heat of the central valley.

  3. WFY (unregistered) on July 19th, 2005 @ 4:02 pm

    I don’t get why there are so many people wearing Red Sox stuff at RFK in the first place. They are usually the second most represented team in the joint. Weird.

    Q. What does the “B” on the Red Sox cap stand for?

    A. Bandwagon.

  4. Tom Bridge (unregistered) on July 19th, 2005 @ 4:05 pm

    I’m thinkin’ they’re an out of town group, WFY, and thus, wearing baseball gear just in general. Could be a fieldtrip from Beantown, somewhere.

  5. WFY (unregistered) on July 19th, 2005 @ 4:48 pm

    Tom — I see lots of Red Sox stuff everytime I go and most of it looks new. Methinks they got on the Sawks bandwagon about Oct. 15 of last year, if not later.

  6. Tom Bridge (unregistered) on July 19th, 2005 @ 4:54 pm

    This was a huge group, maybe 40 or so people? And all of them in Sox gear. That says out of town trip all over it.

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