As the Washington Nationals drew closer to the reality of their first ever World Series appearance Don and I began to toy with the “What ifs?”
Like, “What if it’s the Yankees and the Nats in the World Series?” “How cool would that be to attend?” For us die hard Yankees fans who happen to love the Nats as our National League team it would be the dream series. We would not be upset either way. We started to speculate on how we could make the cut.
There’s only one small problem with this plan.
OK, so it won’t be the Yankees vs Nats. That makes it easier for us to root for the home team. So now Operation Nats Tickets goes live. We assemble our crack team of operatives and are able to make a connection with our Deep Throat.
The mission is a complete success.
Unfortunately, the home team continues to underperform and the behind the plate officiating is less than adequate for this level of competition.
Despite the loss, the atmosphere was amazing, the weather unbelievable for late October and a good time was had by all.
Well, maybe not all of our gang had a good time. One of our illustrious crew sat in his seat before the first pitch was thrown and while sitting a woman came up to him and started taking photos of his seat. He looked at her and she explained that her husband had recently passed away and he was a season ticket holder and that was his seat. Our friend was sympathetic but nonetheless a little creeped out. That only worsened when at the conclusion of the game the same woman came over and while he was standing waiting to exit his row she began to sprinkle an ash-like substance on the seat. She then leaned over the railing and dumped some of the same substance onto the playing field.
Hey, if they win the next game I will be at Ye Olde Crematorium scraping the retort and flying a small envelope to Houston.
Happy Halloween & Go Nats!
(Totally a true story)
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