The home team was already down by two runs when we made it to our seats at the bottom of the first inning. Despite the Sunday afternoon game time, traffic had been atrocious, and getting to the park had taken us nearly an hour. When the Nats went three up and three down for the first three innings, Heidi scoffed in disgust. The White Sox hit a couple more homers in the next couple of innings, and Heidi doubled down on her dismay. "No, really," she said. "Why do we bother?"
"I think it's fun to see players hit home runs," I shrugged. "Even if they're on the other team."
"No. It. Is. Not." Heidi replied, and we left it at that.
It was 7-0 in the middle of the sixth. "If they don't score at least one run here, we can leave," I offered.
"Deal!" Heidi accepted, and we were on our way within minutes.
As we trotted down the ramp to the mezzanine level, I reflected on the past season. My friend Mary and I had been there the day the park opened for preseason, and here I was on the last day, too. That first game was a rainout, and this one was a blowout, but my expectations were low, so I was never disappointed.
And it's always fun to go out to the old ball game.
(My Fancam photo!)
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