The Nats' Giant President Heads' Seasons Winds Down
So KidsPost has now joined in on the Nats' Giant President Head Reportage, with a Teddy Roosevelt pun ("Sneaks Softly, Carries a Big Schtick") guaranteed to go over the heads of any actual kids. Incidentally, last night Stan Kasten showed a few of us a photo of him posed with the Four Giant President Heads, and promised to display it near the photos of him posed with other, actual, non-Giant-headed presidents.
I also spent a few off-the-record moments in the owner's box last night, arriving in time for dessert. (A server brought in a tray filled with frozen custard cups; I did not partake.) Still, that gives me two interactions with local owners in two days, if you count this.
Also, midway through last night's 14-inning marathon I was introduced to local important PR person Tom Smith, who played the part of Thomas Jefferson last night and actually won the race. His thoughts:
"I'm tired, I'm exhausted. It's a hell of a race. I didn't even know I won until I finished, because you can't see a whole lot and you're wobbling. It's not easy. Those folks were made of steel in those days. It was a lot of fun, but it was the first and the last. I'm too old for this."
And in a post below I foolishly forgot Honky Tonk Confidential's classic Nats song "That's Nats," which I don't believe is an official fight song but is played occasionally at RFK. Sample lyric:
Well what's that noise I hear from RFK? That's Nats.
Cheering fans on a bright and sunny day. That's Nats.
Gloryosky (?), goodness me.
Say it's so, Joe, can it be?
That's baseball's back here in D.C. That's right. That's Nats.
Which is fine and all, but we can't move forward on this Major League City thing if we're forever focused on the past, with this "baseball's back in D.C." talk.
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