Rip this Joint Gonna Save Your Soul
Yikes, looks like I disappeared from this spot for some time this summer. And there was a buttload of stuff I meant to write......reviews of a friend's art show, reviews of restaurants, updates on my vacation to Canada, photos from my flickr account. I was even gonna write that series about dating misadventures in Washington. Shit got busy, ok?
And no one reads this trash anyway, so whatever.
But, anyway, I guess I wanted to comment about the Nationals closing out their final game in RFK Stadium.
Seems that a lot of folks wanted to turn this into a bigger event than it actually was. for instance, I happen to work with this 40-something Capitol Hill star-fucker, name-dropper type who I overheard lamenting the Nat's last game, and talking about how special it was to be there.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the six or seven Nats games I attended...as much as I've enjoyed any other baseball game I've ever attended, I guess. But having been born in Maryland and having lived through both the Memorial Stadium and Camden Yards eras, I know what a shitty baseball stadium looks like.
And RFK was the bomb for football back in the 80's (more on that later), but it was somewhere along the lines of Shea Stadium for baseball.
This is one of the things that's irked me the most about the changes underfoot with D.C. culture. I could have sworn D.C. was always a football town. That's always what I identified with - Redskins football. Sonny Sam and Frank. Riggos Rangers. The city was a mess back then, and maybe it was just because I was a kid, but this whole place seemed to at the very least have a sense of self. And part of that sense of self was that if this was a baseball town, the Senators never would have left.
But those old cliches about there only being two things in Washington that matter ("politics and the Redskins, and not necessarily in that order"), I wonder if anyone finds them to be true anymore. I see Eagles and Giants and Steelers and - God help me - Patriots fans on every corner (dude, while I'm thinking of it, ever noticed that for a town teeming with New Englanders, you'd never met a single Pats fan in D.C. until 2001...just pointing that out), but I feel like I have to trek out to Leesburg or Bethesda to find anyone who likes the Skins these days.
But shitty red hats with our shitty fucking president's moniker on them? Ubiquitous.
Anyway, crying over the end of the Nats at RFK is just another example of how I'm hip deep in this fucking rootless culture of transplants here in D.C. The Nats had no legacy in D.C. Why pretend?
If you wanted to do some crying over RFK, 1996 was the time for it.
And no one reads this trash anyway, so whatever.
But, anyway, I guess I wanted to comment about the Nationals closing out their final game in RFK Stadium.
Seems that a lot of folks wanted to turn this into a bigger event than it actually was. for instance, I happen to work with this 40-something Capitol Hill star-fucker, name-dropper type who I overheard lamenting the Nat's last game, and talking about how special it was to be there.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the six or seven Nats games I attended...as much as I've enjoyed any other baseball game I've ever attended, I guess. But having been born in Maryland and having lived through both the Memorial Stadium and Camden Yards eras, I know what a shitty baseball stadium looks like.
And RFK was the bomb for football back in the 80's (more on that later), but it was somewhere along the lines of Shea Stadium for baseball.
This is one of the things that's irked me the most about the changes underfoot with D.C. culture. I could have sworn D.C. was always a football town. That's always what I identified with - Redskins football. Sonny Sam and Frank. Riggos Rangers. The city was a mess back then, and maybe it was just because I was a kid, but this whole place seemed to at the very least have a sense of self. And part of that sense of self was that if this was a baseball town, the Senators never would have left.
But those old cliches about there only being two things in Washington that matter ("politics and the Redskins, and not necessarily in that order"), I wonder if anyone finds them to be true anymore. I see Eagles and Giants and Steelers and - God help me - Patriots fans on every corner (dude, while I'm thinking of it, ever noticed that for a town teeming with New Englanders, you'd never met a single Pats fan in D.C. until 2001...just pointing that out), but I feel like I have to trek out to Leesburg or Bethesda to find anyone who likes the Skins these days.
But shitty red hats with our shitty fucking president's moniker on them? Ubiquitous.
Anyway, crying over the end of the Nats at RFK is just another example of how I'm hip deep in this fucking rootless culture of transplants here in D.C. The Nats had no legacy in D.C. Why pretend?
If you wanted to do some crying over RFK, 1996 was the time for it.
posted by t-o-n at 7:25 PM
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