Sunday afternoon saw the final MLB game at RFK stadium. I've been slowly learning to love the Nationals-- they're bad in the way the Tigers were when I was at University and I first started following the baseball. I sort of love them for that. I'm a softy for underdogs.
Next summer the Nat's move to their new home on the waterfront. There is great hope of reviving the area although their stint in RFK did little for the eastern neighborhood that hosts the stadium. We shall see...
Next summer the Nat's move to their new home on the waterfront. There is great hope of reviving the area although their stint in RFK did little for the eastern neighborhood that hosts the stadium. We shall see...
In any event, end of baseball games in my town feels like end of summer (as does the Tigers dashed hopes for an October series...) and end of summer means the winter isn't far off. DC in winter is nothing like the long dark puffy snow filled winters I experienced growing up in Michigan. I love snow, but the darkness isn't missed.By the way, I actually saw Christmas decorations at the hardware store the other day. It's September, people!
