Frozen (And I Don’t Mean the Disney Musical)…
Well, *that* was a weekend…
Surely by now, you know that we’re fans of the Nationals around here… So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that my Friday afternoon was spent at the ballpark, cheering on my team. The game started at 3:00, but that was fine, because the afternoon was cloudy, so the ferocious shadows of a sunny day didn’t have a chance to compromise the game. Alas, the Nats lost.
Saturday found us back at the park for a 5:30 game. Alas, Friday’s clouds had been caused by a cold front that swept through Friday night. When we arrived at the park, the sun was *brilliant*, but the weather was cool, and there was a healthy breeze blowing in the upper decks (stronger than the lovely breath of fresh air that keeps us cool up there in Section 416 on those beastly hot summer days.)
I’ll cut to the chase. We left the park after 18 innings of baseball, after six hours of play, after the temperatures plummeted into the low 50s and the wind chill was somewhere much below there. The Nats lost, 2-1, after three different would-be-massive-homeruns-for-Nats died on the warning track, blown back in by the wind, and after one Giants home run cleared the fence.
The restrooms (which were heated and, obviously, out of the wind) started to look like refugee centers by the end of the game — elderly women in wheelchairs, mothers holding sleeping babies, clutches of women leaning against each other as they huddled against the walls. About half the crowd stayed until the bitter end; in some sections (but not in hours, thankfully!) people stood for the entire game. Most of the concession stands shut down after 9 innings, but the hot chocolate stand stayed open until the bottom of the 18th.
There’s still at least one more game to be played (this is a best-of-five series) but things look quite grim for the Nats. I’m more than a bit astonished at how personal this whole thing feels — even though I know they didn’t win for me during the regular season and they aren’t losing for me now. I’ve only followed baseball for about twelve years, and this feels like the first time I’ve really gotten to “know” the players on my team — maybe a side effect of going to 20 regular season games, maybe a side effect of writing the Diamond Brides, maybe a side effect of these particular guys on this particular team.
Yesterday, I felt rather hung over. Tonight, I’ll sit in front of the TV and watch them play in San Francisco. And I’ll have a cat on my lap. And a blanket. And a cup of hot tea if I want it.
I’ll be able to feel my toes. But I’ll settle for teeth-chattering shivering all over again on Thursday, if they could just win tonight’s (and tomorrow’s) game and bring the series back here to DC!