Washington Nationals aren't that bad!

Last night Jack M, Whip-it, Staci and I all went to a Washington Nationals game. Haven't been to a baseball game in a while, though Hottie McHotterton is taking me to another at the end of the month. At first I enjoyed the fun, laid-back atmosphere, a cold beer, and my over-priced hot dog and fries. All was well, despite the fact that after I mocked Staci for dripping mustard down her black shirt, I dripped catsup down my light pink one. Karma.

Then it happened. The seventh inning stretch. I stood up. The song played. I sang. I sang, and I meant it. And so did everybody else there. It was so sweet, so Americana, so sincere, and so easy. I wish people could get along this well over more troublesome affairs. *sigh*

Good game.