Cutting and pasting from the closed game thread yesterday:
An adequate train station and acres of parking? Sign me up
The best part of craphole stadiums is that they don't attract the show-off goer-of-games attendees. You know them: the (unethical) lawyer loudly bellowing about his clients while hitting on another prospective client; the 29-year-old Congressional staffer falling up the stairs while hitting on a 20-year-old intern; the half-drunk 50-something suburbanite named Lewis taking his wife, neighbor, and neighborwife to the game on the dime of a firm ending in "Capital, LLC" and hitting on anyone who will listen.
Yeah, Nats Park can be such a joy sometimes. It's almost a relief when the team sucks because most of the above vanish.
