I stopped off before the game at the Flags and Balloons Convention.
Did the Nats win: Nah.
Was it fun to watch: It was literally the least pleasant experience I’ve ever had watching a baseball game in person.
Visceral Emotion of the Game: A nagging doubt that baseball has ever actually been enjoyable for anyone.
It was a perfect day for baseball. To be sure, many days have been described as “the perfect day for baseball” over the years, and some have definitely been better than others, so I can understand your skepticism over that statement. But I would contend that this day, the first home playoff game of your Washington Nationals, was the one. The best weather that October has to offer, a crowd of Nationals fans abuzz with what I absolutely refuse to refer to as “October Natitude,” and this thing happening:
Ian Desmond’s postseason success has apparently made him much taller, much younger, and much more contemptuous of black people.
