Getaway day baseball, don’t tell my boss.
Remembered only the afternoon beforehand that my friend PMac was coming down from New York with his buddy for the express purpose of day drinking and creepily hitting on Arlington girls. It was a dreary morning, but ameliorated gradually over the day (sunglasses were a good bring), as I met PMac and Juice* at the Bullpen and sipped on the finest aluminum Bud Light Southeast had to offer. Eventually made our way into the Red Loft for alcoslushies and more beer and at some point we realized we were watching a baseball game and Marquis (AGAIN) was pitching a blinder. 0-0, but he carried a no-hitter into the sixth while PMac shat bricks, considering he was supposed to be doing the highlight packages tonight and the MLB.com studio was back in Manhattan. Meanwhile, Michael Pineda wasn’t doing so poorly himself. Went into the 9th 0-0, PMac and Juice looked at their watches and advocated going back to Arlington for happy hour, but we were rewarded with a walkoff and the Nationals going over .500 for the first time since April after winning 11 of 12 games.
On the way back home - “wait, Riggleman quit?”
*- not a proper name, but I don’t think he ever gave his real one