I went to the Nats-Marlins game excited. If the Nats were able to pull out a win against a team ahead of them in the wild card chase, it would be huge. I was sitting in the first row in the upper deck in left field. The only thing in front of me was a vast field of green. This was awesome!
Three and a half hours and seven Nats pitchers later, the Nats were on the humiliating side of a 12-1 score. If that wasn't bad enough, during the game a huge bug flew right into my face. On the way out of the stadium, a pretty drunk girl heckled me. On the metro ride home, a pro-Israel Jewish girl was pitying those poor settlers in the Gaza Strip who have been moved from their homes. (What about the Arabs who were kicked out of their homes in 1948? Can we have some empathy please?) Then she told her gentile male friend that Jews should marry other Jews. I wanted to enter into a debate with her, but not after a 12-1 loss.
Of course, no matter how bad things get, it's always nice to be in great company. Unfortunately, I went to the game alone.