"So what was your favorite part of our "baseball experience"?" I asked Heidi this afternoon, air quotes included.
She tilted her head in thought, and I laughed because, in truth, it hadn't been very fun. The weather, overcast and muggy all weekend, had turned hot and muggy as we arrived at the ballpark. Our seats, usually high enough to catch a breeze from the river, were sweltering. The section, often sparsely populated, was packed with Cubs fans sweating right next to us. And, the park itself, which I would have guessed would be pretty empty given the holiday weekend, was full; lots of families were taking advantage of the double promotions of kids eat free and Ruiz catcher jerseys for kids. Oh yes, and the team lost 14-1.
"Mine was the Metro ride there," I told her. "Going to the new Potomac Yard Station and seeing all the above-ground stuff was cool, and I liked paying the fare with our phones. The train was nice and new and not too crowded, too," I added.
She still had nothing.
"My second favorite part was when we stopped at the railing on our way up to our seats to watch Ruiz bat," I continued. "There was a light breeze, the bases were loaded, the Nats were ahead, and it seemed like it could be a great afternoon."
"It did," she agreed, "but it wasn't. I guess my favorite part was when you drove me home from the Metro, and the whole thing was over!"
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