“Do You Have Anything In Blue” -or- the Highlights of Opening Day
A perfect 70 something degrees…a stadium with 40,000 of my closest friends…hot dogs and beer…BASEBALL…yes yes y’all, it was perfect. And yes, I know you’re jealous. But we’ve got a cure for that, so hang in there.
As my friend had backed out at the last minute, I took everyone’s favorite S. American Koufax Fan with me and headed for the glory that is Opening Day. There are a million highlights…and the day in order goes something like this;
-Some nitwit at one of the Federal Agencies that my company works with cancelled all of the badges for all of the contractors on the entire contract. Meaning no one gets in…my response; “That sucks, too bad I can’t stay”
-Head in to L’enfant Plaza with what seemed like every person with opening day tickets in DC. It was a mob scene…but it was bad ass. No pushing, no shoving…everyone talking baseball. Ahh the great uniter. Baseball, not Bush.
-Overheard on the train:
5 year old (best guess) Mom, can we get McDonalds at the game?
Mom; no we can’t, there’s no McDonalds in the park.
5 year old; BUT THERE WAS McDONALDS AT WRIGLEY FIELD!!!!
I love this kid. Love him.
-Meet up with Arjewtino, and we both immediately launch in to our favorite opening day and baseball memories while walking with the masses towards the stadium. Just an unbelievable buzz in the air!! Sadly, both of us are in suits but who friggin’ cares? I would have gone in my PJ’s.
Hmmm….would they let you do that for a night game?
-Remember, this is before a drop of alcohol…
It’s opening day, and the team is giving away red Nats Hats with “Opening Day 2007” written on the back. There are probably 5 or 6 concession workers holding HUGE sleeves of these hats. All the same….hundreds of hats being given to everyone that walks in;
Arjewtino; “Do you have anythink in blue.”
Only a Dodgers fan, folks.
We made our way up to the 500’s and got comfy. Arjewtino makes the first beer/hot dog run. As soon as he leaves, the beer and hot dog vendors come right over. Being that I am an American, I buy 2 beers on the spot, thus guaranteeing that we are all set for inning 1 with the two beers he’s bringing back and the next two ready to go…
The guy sitting next to us? A Yankees fan. The guy behind us? Another Yankees fan. Nary a Dodger in the whole pueblo. LOVED it. We also spotted a Mets fan, who I said had best not come near our seats (I think we agreed on that) until we noticed it was a Wally Backman jersey. Gotta give the tumbs up to the old schoolers.
As for the game…well, what can I say? We got our asses kicked. (Eppie Calvin) Nook (Lalouche) Logan got hurt on a nasty play in the outfield, and Christian (Just pay me so I can go home) Guzman got hurt opening a bag of Big League Chew. Our pitching was god awful and the Marlins look…well…pretty darned good. Not GREAT, but they are loaded with guys that are 10-15 years younger than me that have all the potential in the world.
But you know what? WHO CARES. My one gripe with the whole day was the booing…and the wave. Don’t boo this team! These guys aren’t built to win, they are built to buy time. If you can’t cheer for them, DO NOT come to the new stadium when they start winning (PLEASEPLEASE) and cheer. That’s not cool. Be glad that you aren’t drving to Baltimore to watch the crappy ass Orioles. Be thrilled that you can see baseball played by people like Ryan Zimmerman and Brian Schneider, and that you can see the rock stars the other team lugs to town without having to drive home. Be thrilled that there is baseball in DC and cheer. Stand up and cheer, damnit.
And as Arjewtino astutely pointed out…don’t do the wave when your team is at bat.
The day was finished perfectly when I went to the pub in my hood for some dinner and got to watch the Red Sox get their asses handed to them by the mighty Royals, and see the highlights of the Yankees bitch slapping the Rays.
Tomorrow, something other than baseball. I promise.