Saturday, June 20, 2009

Saturday Night Fevah. Bot. 7th, 3-1 Nats, none out.

Wow, the Nats Doin' Work.

The Attorney General leads off with a single, and now Willie Harris at the plate. I actually hear a "Let's Go Willie" chant. I would like to also take this time to profess my love for Willie Harris. He's the Robert Horry of baseball-Willie has at least one ring, but he's a traveler-a utility man with a backpack who just excels at being that guy, go-to for every position and everyone loves him.

2-2 to Willie.

Anyway, I have to say there's a massive crowd here tonight. It's inspiring to see people in every section of your ballpark, no question.

Willie GIDPs. Wrong time to profess my love-no matter, I still love him.

Nieves grounds to second. Inning over. No Matter!

Oh, question I made to Brad earlier: when people are staring-gazing into the scoreboard, then suddenly they're on it, it always takes at least two or three seconds for these people to recognize themselves. At least two or three seconds! Why is this?! I have my own answer.

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