Yesterday the family watched baseball at RFK. Even after the beautiful day, excellent seats, and exciting game I can't say I'm onboard with the Nationals. My boss gave me four tickets to the game and so the family went. The enthusiasm of the stadium during the 7th inning rally was an indicator of how much Washington wants to root for their new team. But I couldn't muster much celebratory spirit when Nick Johnson's triple made the place go crazy. Where have the others found it so suddenly?
Granted, I'm an Orioles fan through and through, but why can't I find a little reserve of spirit for a National league team I need only occasionally root against?
Matilda liked it. We even bought her a W adorned cap. She now has dual loyalties and I envy the easy way she slid into them. (Though she claims the O's are her favorite. A bone to Dad, I guess.)
When can I slip into a new dream? A better world view? Happiness? I'm trying, but I see only flimsy shadows on the walls.
