"Boy Time"

First of all, it is important to know that I do not even like baseball. Not one iota. Nope. Not one bit. I have been interested in the symbolism behind the good 'ol game (which I find to be eerily synon0mous with the "GOP"...), but watching a baseball game does nothing for me.

Still, I am so happy to have been to the first exhibition game -- as I understand it, the fist ever game open to the public to be played in the new "National's Park" stadium -- of the National's season this past Saturday. The reasons why I am grateful to have been still have little to nothing to do with the the game itself, mind you. My reasons are many and range from getting the chance to hang out with my boyfriend's brother in a context that is both familiar and fun for him to eating my first ever chili dog in the stands. I laughed at how the pictures of the players that flashed on the screen during the pre-game extravaganza looked like they hadn’t evolved since the early 1070s with another friend – another “guy” – and traded whispers about the supposed pro-umpire who was apparently seated behind us (handheld electronic devices coming in handy to look up his picture, just to be sure). It was a ball. No pun intended

So, I got to be “one of the guys” and didn’t for a moment feel like I was out of place or unwelcome among them, even though all three of my compatriots was a seasoned baseball fan. And, although there is little fear that I will hence become one myself, I will certainly jump at the chance to catch another baseball game…although I will probably pass on the chilidog.