We got what we paid for
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.
“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.”
Wouldn’t be the first one.