Which was nothing, since the tickets were free. I went to tonight’s Nationals game with some co-workers, and…it was bad. Very bad. If you’re going to be at a bad game, you should at least have some good company, so I won out in that respect. The Nats were just not on top of things tonight. We left during the 8th inning, when the score was 10-1, Marlins. At one point, I left for five to ten minutes to use the restroom and get some popcorn, and while I was gone, the Marlins scored two runs. Just awful.

Some non-game highlights of the night:

– Almost getting sick near the Federal Center, the same place I almost got sick the last time I went to a Nats game. Stupid shaky Metro.
– Making my co-worker’s Australian husband sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” by himself, since he’d missed it during the 7th inning stretch.
– Two guys in different sections whooping at each other, just for the heck of it, while one guy’s girlfriend yelled encouragement at the Nats.
– A cute guy on the Metro on the way home asking me if we were on the orange line. He thought he was because the seats were orange. I had to break it to him that that had nothing to do with it.