Leta and I saw the Nationals host the Braves at RFK Stadium on Memorial Day. The game was well pitched, if not well-defensed. The Nats gave up two errors, and a sure-thing double play ball was booted into a fielder's choice. But they squeezed out enough offense to hold off the Atlantas 3-2 (with some help from a questioned call at the left field foul pole).

Even though we were in the upper-deck yellow seats, our vantage point down the first base line was pretty good. I bought a cap, even though its script W logo reminds me of a drugstore chain. Makes me think that the home team should be called the Washington Walgreens. Otherwise, food amenities in the stadium are sparse. The most exotic fare to be found was at a booth that was vending pulls of Guinness and other U.K. brews. Leta has somewhat of an eye for the game, but mainly I brought her along so she could say pithy things like "imagine being in a job where making your mortgage payment depends on hitting something with a stick." Not only did we run into Steve and Susan on the concourse, but Leta spotted someone she knows from her investment club in the same section as us. She cannot go out in public without meeting someone she knows.

The showers in the area held off until after the game ended, and we hopped aboard a D6 bus back to Union Station, avoiding the postgame crush on the Blue/Orange lines.

posted: 8:42:15 PM  

Dale Keiger goes to a lacrosse match. Way to go, Benson!

posted: 5:40:20 PM