nats game

i haven't been to a baseball game since i was seven. i don't remember anything but a lot of people and hot dogs, so i was marginally pumped when some people in our ward invited us to the nationals game last night; nick likes baseball, and i like large crowds of weirdies, so it seemed like a good idea. also, because the nationals stadium has the lowest annual attendance of any of the major league stadiums, tickets are practically free. this is a good thing, because when we got there, it looked like this:


nick's in trouble, because he said he would take good pictures of the rain. i tried to take the camera so i could get good pictures of the rain, but he insisted he could do it. this is the ONLY picture he took. trust me, it was like a mini metropolitan hurricane.

finally, it stopped. we went to our seats. we were happy.

then the red shirts came out and removed the gigantor tarp and swept the grass for half an hour. we cheered them with vigor and vim.


then the red shirts came out again, in formation, and dragged the tarp over the field again. then it started to pour again, and we were herded from our lightning towers.

we waited by concessions for about an hour and a half as it poured around us. then we went home.

even though we didn't get to see a game, we all kind of felt like we did. there were mass amounts of intoxicated gentlemen, $6 cotton candy, profane gestures and exclamations to contending fans, and baseball caps. plus, some guy in neon running shorts stormed the field and beat the tar out of home base and the numerous security guards who were there waiting for him. you go, man! you just snagged a felony on your record! he was escorted away amongst the loudest cheers i've heard in a long while.

also, the stadium was, we think, struck by lightning. neat.

finally, as we were trudging away in defeat, a giant manhole cover kept belching in the middle of the road, up and down, and people took turns standing on it and going for a free ride.

in many ways, the experience exceeded our expectations. go, baseball.