Gnats
No this is not a bug post. It is (like most non running posts) a baseball post.
Several years ago a group of pests formed on the east coast. They migrated south from Canada and took hold of the DC area. They are know as The Washington Nationals (or sometime Natinals). They have taken a firm hold of last place in the National League East with no signs of moving.
Why does this basement dwelling team bother me? Because they are obsessed with being an annoyance. JUST LIKE GNATS.
In the first year of their inception I made it a point to talk to my “ticket guy” so I could see the Nats at Wrigley. I am proud that I have seen every National League team play at least once in the friendly confines. Clearly this lead to a trek to see the newest member of the senior circuit. The game was lousy, we booed the great Cory Patterson, and the Cubs continued a horrid 2005 season.
The problem then started in 2006. Figuring I enjoyed “Nationals Baseball” my “ticket friend” gave me seats to an early spring game. This seemed odd that I was now associated with this franchise, but who was I to complain they were free Cub tickets.
2007 once again lead to Nationals tickets. The situation was starting to get wierd.
Then I made a mistake. A big mistake. I envaded their territory. I left the Friendly Confines and traveled to the other land of Lincoln to see a couple Nats games with my transplanted sister (who is a doctor).
We had decent seats for a last April game in a heavily dominated Cubs crowd. A nice woman sat down beside us. She told me she was from Chicago and had moved to DC. She was a fan of both teams.
Her being a fan of both teams lasted about 4 innings or roughly 6 beers. After that the remainder of the evening was filled with the follwing WOOOOOOO!!! OUUUUUUUU!!! GO NAAAATTTTTTTTTTSSSS!!! This was reaped in my ear after every strike and routine out. Perhaps invading DC was a bad idea.
This year I looked ahead and made plans to avoid the Gnats at all costs. My schedule was locked in. Then came last Saturday.
My friend Chuck and I took the trip up north to the Brewers game. I even paid a little extra for good seats to avoid some of the issues I have had in the past. It was a great night and a decent game through the first few innings.
Then this Chump guy and his girlfriend showed up. He took a break from talking about himself and his Lexus to let us know he loved his Brewers but it was ok because he liked the Bears to so we were cool. With a major sigh of relief I kept watching the game. He then had to tell us his girlfriend just moved here and he was introducing her to a REAL baseball team (I can only assume he ment the Brewers). Then she said it. I qoute “I’m from DC. I really liked the Gnats before I moved”. In what I believe to NOT be anything resembling a coincidince the game fell apart at that moment. A competitive 3-2 game turned into a 12-6 blow out after a 6 run 7th inning. In the middle of this Brewer clubbing the girlfriend stood up pointed at my dear friend an I and screamed WOOOO!!! OUUUUU!!! Go BREWERS!!!!!!
Then the lights went out at the stadium. TOO WIERD!!!