This afternoon, I caught myself absent-mindedly slipping on my glove, which happened to be sitting on a shelf in the basement (where the tv is) and tossing a softball into it while watching the Nationals game.
I wonder if my Louisville Slugger is still at my parents' house.
Anyone wanna play catch?
Speaking of the Nats: an essay in today's Post had an interesting paragraph:
It's a cliche that must drive all the folks crazy who were born at Howard or Sibley or Georgetown hospital, but Washington often strikes me as a place where no one is from. So many people arrive, pump up their résumés for five years and cycle out without ever taking the Michigan plates off the car. You can live in Washington for decades, and people still ask you if you're going "home" for the holidays. Our big parties -- inaugurations, Fourth of July fireworks, Cherry Blossom Festivals -- are really national gatherings, not local ones. It's the nation's capital and they say it belongs to all Americans, which makes for a pretty thinly spread community.
The point of the essay is that the Nationals are already becoming a community bond. I actually think he's right. But he's also right about the "no one is from Washington" cliche driving us crazy...
Posted by Nic at April 24, 2005 08:28 PM