This weekend I headed out to Washington D.C. to witness the graduation of my brother from The George Washington University.
On Sunday, I made it out to RFK Stadium to catch part of the game between the Nationals and the Orioles, but I'm afraid my game wrap is going to be sparse. We didn't get into the game until the sixth inning, and it was a win for the home team, so we saw all of about two innings of baseball.
Furthermore, my camera has officially bit the dust; I guess I dropped it one too many times. The good news is that it's a good excuse to buy a new camera. The bad news is that I don't have even any mediocre pictures to share with you of the stadium.
Still, I think I can give you a pretty decent visual. Envision yourself walking up the concourse in Riverfront at the very end of its life. Now, imagine it just a little dingier, a little older. Really make it feel like this place has been given up on more than once, but just won't die. And there you are at RFK.
We were sitting in the 500 level, so it was quite a hike up to our seats, but the view was lovely. The lowest level of seats is day-glo orange, which is odd. The middle level is pink (though I hear its supposed to be maroon or something) and the top level is yellow. The top of the top level is a wavy line, which is a cool effect. If they'd managed to work the wavy line into any of the other architectural elements of the stadium, it would have been pretty nifty.
Daedalus of Church of Baseball was seated in the very same section as us and identified my Crack Technical Staff by his Reds shirt as he walked by with a couple hot dogs. She told us about the new stadium that is supposed to be built for 2008, the lack of experience among baseball fans in D.C. (“they don't know when to cheer”), and shared her beer. I liked her very well. Check out her site often.
It was a great trip, but, like the Reds, I'm glad to be home again.