Tonight, I took my little sister out for her birthday. She likes the Rockies, or at least doesn't hate them, because their mascot is a dinosaur. Anyway, used my free partial plan holder scoreboard message to put her name up on there and the Nats were playing a heck of a game, first time she got to see her favorite player (Werth) this year, Bryce is killing it, Zim is doing damage, that endless wave thing they had going was hilarious and they worked the bases loaded, life is good.
Then, in a fifteen minute span, she was harassed by two drunks, she spilled a woman's drink all over herself and the lady and spent the next ten minutes trying to make up for it, and Drew Storen gave up the grand-slam homer to put 'em away for the night. The rest of the evening was spent watching the umpire screw everybody, but mostly the Nats (Werth would have scored if he had gotten the walk on that 3-1 pitch which looked half a foot below the strike zone to me) and hearing a drunk Rockies fan behind us scream on and on about how bad the Nats had choked to the "AAA Rockies" and go on about how the city of Washington would never have a World Series championship.
Got dayum. At least the fireworks were nice.
