Waaah waaah

Just got back from the Nats game.  Great end to a decent game which our boys almost gave away by WALKING THE TYING RUN IN in the 8th inning:  the walk-off homer in the bottom of the ninth.  Everyone who wasn't a Cubs fan went away happy.  A lot of people there were not happy--so many that at times I thought we were in Chicago.

And that's the most irritating aspect of being a sports fan in a transitory city:  there is no real home field advantage, as the opposing fans are large in number (especially true in hockey, baseball, and basketball--not so much with football Americain and futbol).

The second most irritating aspect of being a sports fan in any city is the Wave.  Enough already.  It's so eighties. The Wave is that ridiculously contrived construct of "fan interaction" that actually detracts from the experience of watching the game and instead is a distraction.  Modern venues already have enough sensations of the aural and visual variety that this particular habit is tired and unnecessary.

I've noticed that this here blog is rapidly becoming a journal of sports spectating and all of the angst that accompanies it.  Tough life.  I guess I could write about other things, as follows:

Work is a pain in the ass these days.  Waaah waaah.

I can't do everything I want to anymore.  Waaah waaah.

The year is already 1/3 over.  Waaah waaah.

"We're sooooo busy."  Waaah waaah.

Exciting stuff.  Tomorrow is that one crazy day in April that everything happens at once:  Maryland Day, soccer, baseball, a school related competition in Baltimore, and a birthday party.  My standard Saturday routine which starts with a few hours on the bike with a bunch of good people takes a back seat.

Waaah waaah.