June 05, 2005
Night Baseball
You can keep your Luncheon of the Boating Party. My favorite painting at the Phillips has always been Marjorie Phillips' Night Baseball.
(I couldn't find a good image of it to which I could link, though. It's included here, but it's too small to really see.)
We finally took in some night baseball last night, seeing the Nats beat the Marlins. It wasn't hockey, but it was a good time (and I recognized the beer vendor from the MCI Center. I don't think that means anything. It would mean something if the beer vendor recognized me.)
The people behind us were tourists...we found that out before the game, when one of them called home to report in on seeing the Spy Museum and the World War II Memorial. Their accents were deep south, but I think they were really tourists from another planet. One exchange:
"Where's the game clock?"
"There is no clock."
"Then how do they know when the inning is over?"
One of them figured out for herself that the H on the scoreboard meant "home runs" (and no one corrected her), but she couldn't think of anything the E might mean. I wish I'd heard her explanation for the R.
At any rate, I hope they enjoyed themselves, and maybe they'll take their newfound understanding of the game back home.
Here's my Night Baseball. Nothing like Marjorie Phillips, but then, I was in the upper outfield, and she and Duncan had box seats behind first base.
