Philosophy at RFK Stadium

So, yesterday Scott surprised me by making a play date for Cooper last night so we could actually go out and be normal people. He took me to our first Washington Nationals baseball game! Man does that team suck. But, it was fun to just go sit, watch some baseball, see the craphole that is RFK Stadium, and drink some beers. We had a really interesting crowd sitting by us that was pounding beers just as fast as we were (which always makes the evening interesting...) and I learned some very important things from the deep thinking crew sitting next to us, such as:

"Frank Thomas is like the Pauly Shore of baseball!" (i don't even know what the hell that is supposed to mean)

and

"You could be fat, be a drunk, or smoke rocks, it's all about loving the game, man!"

I know, those are some profound words. So we leave the game, and go pick up the dog. We hear that the dog was just so good, he just sat around and watched tv and acted all cute!! Man, he puts on a good show. We take the little bastard home and there he goes, biting and chewing and being all rowdy. But...he's still my cute puppy.

And, here are pictures to prove that we were there. This lady does not tell a lie.

The huge ass crowd at RFK (LOL)