Second Thoughts on RFK

Last night Tiffany and I went out to the ballpark to watch the Nats and the Marlins do battle in Eastern DC. Getting to our second game was a little trickier for me, and a little less so for Tiff. The trains were busier for me, primarily because I got there an hour later than I had for opening day, but without the detailed search at the gate, things were much easier for Tiff. We got to our seats just after 6pm, which meant had we been going to the Orioles game, we might have just hit 95 Northbound.

They seem to have gotten the concession problems sorted out, as I never saw a line longer than 3-4 people and even those seemed pretty rare. There were about 16,000 fewer people for this Tuesday night game under an overcast sky than there were for Opening Night. However, those that showed up came to cheer on the Nats. There was a large group of high school students behind us in 511 that were raucous and loud the whole night, trying out new cheers just about each inning (least likely to work, but it does? Let’s Go Nat-ties) and riling up the crowd. After a rough 3rd inning, the Nats were down 5-1 and they just weren’t able to get their offense hitting on all cylinders. Frequently, they’d get a pair of back to back hits and then just strand the runners at 1st and 2nd. Cristian Guzman did have a fairly good night, raising his average about 50 points, but he just can’t seem to get over the Mendoza Line just yet.


Tonight was also my first experience with Screech, the new mascot for the Nationals. Screech is supposed to be a bald eagle, but instead looks more like an inflated chicken. When I think of eagles, I think of long, hooked, point, sharp beaks. You know, the kind used to rend flesh. I mean, eagles also have sharp talons, useful for picking trout out of streams and fending off pigeons. Screech, however, looks about as menacing or threatening as your average baby chicken. However, it is surmised that the cuteness is a psychological ploy to draw you in close, only to eviscerate you with its…stubby beak.

*sigh* I guess with Talon and Slapshot, there’s just no room for another buff rockstar Eagle, and instead we get their dorky kid brother. The best moment of the night was leaving the game, as the throngs headed for Stadium/Armory. There, on the platform was a grinning Marlins fan, with a mascot comparison a whole three days in the making: our Screech replaced with Saved By The Bell’s Screech. Oh tell me you didn’t think of it, too.

The Nats are now 8-6, but still at least tied for 1st in the NL East. They face the braves tonight and tomorrow, followed by a weekend road trip to the Big Apple.

2 Comments so far

  1. darpino (unregistered) on April 20th, 2005 @ 6:30 pm

    Maybe it was Screech that attacked my car!

  2. JennB (unregistered) on April 20th, 2005 @ 10:12 pm

    It’s all a publicity stunt!

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