My first week in DC. Free tickets to the Nationals game.
In my rush to get to the game on time, I didn't look to see who the Nationals were up against.
I put on my Nationals hat. Yes, I own a Nationals hat already. I bought it at a thrift store in Cincinnati about 4 years ago for a costume. I found it again right before deciding to move to DC. It was definitely a sign.
Got to the game. I see one person with a Red's hat on and shake it off because people often where Reds hats because it's "cool." Then I see two other people with hat's on and it dawns on me....
The Nationals are playing the Reds! And I'm wearing a Nationals hat!
It's ok, because I figured out what to do when I'm wearing the "other" team's apparel. I scream as loud as I can for the Reds, which I found out leads to:
- Dirty looks
- Awkward conversations with Nats fans
- Awkward conversations with Reds fans
After all that I had a conversation with God that went a little like this:
Dear God,
I have been able to smell the sweat of the baseball players but haven't met any yet. I can visualize a life of having awesome seats. Is this just a tease or is something going to come of this?
Love,
Marie Colette
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention. My friend that got us the passes also had us do a public service announcment about drinking responsibly. This was probably my big shot. I have no idea when and where it will play. Hopefully it will make me famous so that baseball players start blogs about trying to get a date with me.