At the Nats game last night, we were handed tickets to better seats by two women outside of the park. Then, in the 7th inning, a Jewish woman sitting three rows below us caught a foul ball that had smacked a wire and redirected. She also out-muscled her boyfriend for the ball. In fact, she didn't even let him hold the ball afterwards. It was all very impressive and a clear metaphor for a relationship with a Jewish woman.
The best part of the night was not having to listen to Ray Knight drone on and on.