‘It’s like cricket, only American’. I didn’t have the heart to tell Chris that I have a very limited, if any, knowledge of cricket. That all I know about it is that it takes days to play, players are dressed in white and that the audience is busy doing other stuff, such as drinking wine and admiring the birds, instead of watching the game. Me, Chris and Erin went to see The Nationals, DC’s own team, play… I don’t even remember who (it doesn’t matter, no one was watching). Official attire was: Anything in red or blue with a ‘W’ on it and baseball caps. I quickly learned that, just like cricket, this is a bat-and-ball game with nine players on either team (actually,not sure if this applies to cricket because I know very little about it), one team is ‘in’ the other one is ‘out’. So far so good. The ones with the bat tries to hit the ball as it is being pitched to them and if lucky, hits the ball and runs for his life whilst trying not to swallow the tobacco he’s chewing.
The stadium. It was a perfect sunny day without being too hot.
Posing like pros.
Statue at the entrance. I don’t remember who it was but it was mighty fine if you ask me.
What baseball is all about: Friends, drinks, hot dogs and half-attempts to watch the game. We succeeded majestically!
And one more for Mum! Chris is following the strict red and blue dress code. I put on a neutral white. One is Swedish after all.
The Washington Nationals, if understand it correctly, is a team that has performed well but are at the moment not delivering as they should. However, if you’re an American that follows baseball, you support your team unconditionally. The Nationals fan base is quite large and very loyal. If you’re supporting the Nats, you have Natitude. Yes, isn’t it brilliant? What spectacular PR firm came up with that 3 am before the deadline, high on caffeine and anxiety? Natitude. Feel it.
I did actually enjoy the game of this non-sport (because let’s be honest, it’s more of a social gathering than a sport) and as soon as I had gotten the hang of things I even managed to cheer at the right moment without having the run/pitch/catch explained to me beforehand. Progress! Now, considerable baseball-hours at home later with Mike and Brian commenting/shouting abuse, I consider myself being something of a baseball aficionado. Or not. Actually, most definitely not.