Natitude

It's been a while since I've been able to adopt a local pro sports team. I mean, it's hard enough to get me to be enthusiastic about any sport, really, so I guess my location has nothing to do with it. But I grew up going to Rockies games every spring and summer, and even though I think baseball is b-o-r-i-n-g, it's an all-American event, right? We've gone to at least one Nationals game each summer-- Sam sneaking in several more here and there with his brother. When we moved here, I think the Nats had the worst record in baseball. But, folks, we must be the lucky charms, because since we moved here, they have moved up to having the best record. You're welcome, Nationals. Feel free to cut us a portion of your profits.
We went to the last home game of the regular season last week, and it was particularly fun, since Teddy finally won the presidential race. Bria brought her dear friend Ada, and we cheered on our Nats to a grand victory. Fun fact: Bria's favorite player is Bryce Harper, since his was the only shirt in her size when we went to buy Nats gear at Target before a game earlier in the season. She gets his name confused with National Harbor. And whenever anyone gets up to bat, regardless of their team, she loves to yell at the top of her lungs, "DO IT!!"

So . . . do we think our Nats have a chance at making it to the World Series?
That's a clown question, bro.

Teddy wins!

 

The beloved playground, where we usually spend an inning or two

A game earlier this summer when we watched a sudden rainstorm move in-- torrential downpours had us trapped in the stadium for about an hour, with tornado warnings near our house. The rain delay last several hours, but when the game resumed, the Nats came back for the win!