Well, we had quite a good time at the ballpark on Sunday. They didn't put on a great showing, but there were a lot of Phillies fans (?phans?) who came down to watch their team and to scoreboard watch, seeing if the Astros would lose and force a playoff. So naturally we chanted "Let's go Astros!" a lot.
The cheerleader in front of me--this is the hummus guy I blogged about before, and whose approval I have apparently won--managed to get chants going with all of his friends for each fielder, in succession, until they acknowledged our section. That was pretty dorky cool, actually. And they even got on Mr. Church ("Who's your rab-bi?") and he promptly hit a homer. Which even I had to cheer.
The team took the field--after letting Philly finish their post-game self-congratulations--to further rousing standing ovations. It was quite the feel-good close to a feel-good season, despite it ending with a sweep at home.
So the Nationals hit what I thought was their absolute upside, at .500. It's a little disappointing that they do it by going 50-31 and then 31-50, but I can't complain. It was a heck of a summer. I'll definitely get tickets again next year, maybe in a pool. We'll see.
Time for the baseball playoffs--starting tomorrow at 1, in Stevis's annual week of seriously reduced production--and hockey season.
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