YBW and I went to the Nats game last night.
We bought $5 same day tickets up in the 400 section. This isn’t where we normally sit…but last night was more about the giveaway than being at the game.
Last night was the “fan choice” Michael A Taylor bobblehead.
Michael A is YBW’s favorite Nat. He had an AMAZING spring training and then faltered when they came home to Nationals Park. So much so that he was sent back down to Syracuse. He was called back up a week or so ago..he’s got talent, but he’s green. Only more practice will enable him to fulfill his potential.
I entered the park before YBW because I was in the fast line, the woman at the turnstile gave me my bobblehead and told me Michael A was signing them in the fan store. I wanted to kiss her! I told her she made my whole night! I told her my husband was going to be “pants peeing” excited! So we went over to the line at the fan store and as we walked up, the guy said, “I’ve cut off the line to make sure everyone gets their bobblehead signed.”
I went into “momma lioness” mode. Seriously, please let my husband meet Michael A!
Nopity nope. (Big meanie jerk. He’s one of Jenna Marbles’ “People that need to pipe the f**k down”.)
As it turns out it didn’t matter that we didn’t get in line to have the bobble head signed. We went into the fan store and waited patiently. Sure enough Michael A walked right past YBW and gave him five! I have no photo of this because a very tall and extremely rude man stood slap in front of me. (He needed to “pipe the f**k down” too. I did elbow him when I moved…hard. Then I turned with the most horrified look on my face and apologized. He was all smiles…jackass.)
But I did sneak a pic of Michael A as he sat down, so go me!
I got my nachos and we made our way to our seats.
It was hot and I was sweaty, but the sky was pretty!
We were hosting the Phillies. Now, in my experience, Philadelphia fans are the worst fans on the eastern seaboard…probably in the entire US. The football fans are worse than that baseball fans and the hockey fans are worse than the football fans. The Phillies fans come here to our beautiful ballpark and act like a bunch of dicks.
It’s just bad manners, you know?
Luckily, there were no Phillies fans near us. Only some seriously die hard Nats fans.
That said, it was the longest, most boring game in my baseball experience. And I spent years watching my brother play little league!
Left fielder, Jayson Werth (Thing 2’s favorite Nat, we call him the “Greasy Hobo”) wasn’t feeling the first two innings. At least he wasn’t wearing his glove on his head as he sometimes does when he’s bored.
Let me tell you, I freaking LOVE baseball and I was bored to tears…
This is how I spent my time…snapchatting Sundance, Thing 2, and Thing C.
Sundance has declared that second baseman, Daniel “Hits” Murphy will be her third husband. He replaced MVP Bryce Harper for that title, pretty much because she grew weary of Harp’s shenanigans…and the fact that Murph is a freaking amazing ball player!
As much as I love Thing 2’s Hobo, my baseball heart beats for first baseman, Ryan Zimmerman.
Ugh. This game was just as long and tedious as the portion of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows I like to call “Harry Potter and the Never Ending Camping Trip.”
Last night I sent this text to Sundance: #washingtonnationalsandtheneverendinggame
The game was scoreless till the fourth inning. Philly scored at the top of the inning but we scored at the bottom. So we’re still tied, but at least it’s 1-1 now and no longer 0-0.
After cheering, I went back to snapchatting.
Fifth inning was scoreless. The Hobo was just cooling his heels out in left field.
Y’all heard that in ‘Vampire Willow’s’ voice too, right?
We were up 4-1 at the bottom of the seventh.
Alright! This game finally got interesting. Not because we were winning, but because we were finally making plays, we’re scoring runs. (Well, maybe it was a teeny bit good because the Phillies were losing. F**k the Phillies.) Anyway, that only lasted a moment because there was a Phillies three run homer in the top of the eighth inning.
Now we’re tied 4-4 in the middle of the eighth.
Have I mentioned we need a freaking bullpen? UGH! These pitchers! The very talented Joe Ross on the DL. Stephen “Crybaby” Strasburg (looks like freaking Shaggy from Scooby Doo) just got signed for seven more years but can’t stay off the DL. Gio is the least consistent damn thing. I mean when he’s on, he’s hot. But when he’s off he can’t pitch more than four innings.
Do you understand what I just said? The starting pitcher can’t pitch more than FOUR FREAKING INNINGS!?!
Roark is talented and becoming more and more consistent.
So pretty much the only pitcher we can truly rely on is Max Scherzer.
(Scherzer is Thing C’s favorite player.)
And don’t even get me started on the relief pitchers! We’ve got a couple good ones…but then we’ve got crap.
Anyway…bullpen rant over.
Even though going to the game last night was all about getting YBW his bobble head and not really about being at the game, it always sucks when your team loses…or when games go into extra innings. Especially when you’re a cranky red haired girl who’s already tired and hot and sweaty and bored. (I swear to you I’m an adult even though right now I don’t sound like one.)
But miracle of miracles is rookie Trea Turner. This kid is a phenom! He saved us from extra innings with his walk off second home run of the game.
Boring game, but we won. More importantly YBW got his Michael A bobblehead and slapped five.
Ain’t baseball great!?!