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One day I decided I wanted to blog. At that time, I didn’t have a clue as to what I’d blog about. I can’t really blog about my life because it’s kind of normal and I don’t know anyone who would want to read about me, my boyfriend and my cat. I searched for ideas high and low and even ended up deleting a few I had thought were a good fit.

Then it hit me. I’m REALLY good at being a baseball fan. I have always loved baseball, ever since I was 8 years old when Cal Ripken and the O’s ruled my tiny little world. I grew up playing softball, realized I wasn’t good, then quit – but I never stopped loving baseball.

So with the help of my boyfriend and few decent seat neighbors at the game, I’ve learned quite a bit about baseball that I never knew before. Here’s the game – from my  point-of-view. Enjoy!

If you’d like to contact me, I have a spiffy new email address that I just love:  ilovethenatsmore(at)gmail(dot)com

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  1. June 14, 2010 2:27 pm

    If I weren’t already happily married to a Nats fan I think I would court you. I’ve been a fan of Washington baseball since Mickey Vernon played first base for the Senators and Harmon Killebrew was just a promising rookie, although it seems much longer because my grandfather was a lifelong Nats fan dating back to the very beginning — his wonderful sportscaster’s abilities and highly sophisticated talent with descriptive language allowed me to “see,” through his eyes and sharp memory, such things as the hated Ty Cobb sliding spikes-up into second base (like Roger Bernadina — ever notice that?), and feel the joy as ancient Walter Johnson walked to the mound in relief in the ninth inning of Game 7 of the 1924 World Series after losing his first two starts and WIN the thing in the 12th! Alas that an attempt to repeat the performance in game 7 the following year turned out differently, as we blew a 4-0 lead in the deciding game, which Johnson lost.

    I was at the first competitive game the Nats played, at Space Coast Stadium on March 2, 2005, and took a pretty good three-part picture of that very first pitch after 34 years in the wilderness, Ball One (looked like a VERY tight strike zone) from Tony Armas, Jr., to the Mets’ Jose Reyes. Email me and I’ll send you a .jpg file of it.

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