Not a Werthless Game

You know you love this title.

On Wednesday night I went to a Phillies game in DC!

I love Phillies fans, we are a special breed. And considering that 2/3 of the people there were Phillies fans made it feel a little bit like home. Every once in awhile you could hear people screaming "Chooooooooooch" or "Rauooooooool". Ah home sweet home.

Look at these seats!


I would love to tell you that I ate a ball park hot dog and washed it down with a $7 beer but alas I did not however, my boyfriend did. I don't actually like hot dogs but I scarfed down a big soft pretzel in no time and thus no pictures. But I totally should have gotten cracker jacks if for no other reason then to get that prize inside.

I love baseball games. I don't have to pay attention intently the whole time but I still know whats going on and I actually understand what’s going on.

Pardon the no makeup and grossly pasty skin happening here.

Now if you look at where I was sitting you'll see that it was right field. Guess who plays right field for the Nationals now?


Yup.

While I didn't personally yell at him, many many others did. Every once in while you would hear someone scream " Werthless". Classic.

But don't worry we won, 3-2.

You can take the girl out of Philly but you can't take the Philly out of the girl.