So, we went to see the Nats play last night. And it was yet another boring, hum-drum baseball game. (Insert boring, humdrum details about weird 5:00 start, wait to get Racing President Taft bobblehead, etc.)
When we got to our seats, I became a subversive agent for good. When one climbs the stairs in our section, rows A-D can *only* be reached by turning to the right. Rows E-N can *only* be reached to the left. There are no signs and no ushers, and we (in row G), spend a substantial part of each game redirecting people who climb up to row D and then look puzzled (while blocking our view of the game.) Yesterday, I brought a small paper sign with directional arrows and taped it to the glass wall. And not *one* person got confused for the entire course of the game. (At least that I saw. I was mostly watching the game, and not the crowd.) I intend to bring signs to future games!
The game itself was a back and forth struggle, with the lead changing dramatically four times. (Insert long discussion for baseball lovers.) In the end, we won in extra innings. Of course there were extra innings, because *I* was at the game. The Nats play extra innings in the majority of games I attend, or so it seems. (Sometimes, it’s just that Strasburg pitched, so it seems like extra innings with the slooooow play.)
The key feature of the game, though, was this: I wore my baseball cap, and they won. Every time I wear my baseball cap and attend a game, they win. If I attend a game and forget my cap, they lose. (My cap is their old DC design, in traveling blue, with a blue bill — I never see anyone else with it. That must be why it’s lucky!) When Soriano blew the save, I thought the luck of my cap had been depleted, but no! It held true!
(And yes, baseball fans are superstitious. So are baseball players. Those superstitions figure heavily into ALWAYS RIGHT, the Diamond Brides book I’m writing now.)
So, we ended up winning, and we were home 4.75 hours after the game started. So maybe that 5:00 start wasn’t such a bad idea after all…Read More