Pardon the Interruption on Friday was really quite cool. And I mean that in both the literal and slang senses. The studio? Freezing. And yet that didn't stop Wilbon from wearing shorts with his suit shirt and jacket. My coworker's friend (MCF) was really, really cool. PTI doesn't have a studio audience, so me and a couple guys just sat on some chairs along the wall of the studio. It was neat seeing how the taping went.
Then MCF gave us a tour of the facility, showing us various technical rooms and the newsroom and the other studio where The Daily Show actually filmed for a week, so there were pictures of Jon Stewart, Steven Colbert, etc., around. Cool! We met some of the other folks that were around, and MCF showed us where she works--she does editing. Anyway, she pulled out a couple of tickets for that night's Nationals game. I snagged them, figuring I could probably rustle someone up to go with me. Or just go alone. Whatever. I was told they were really good seats, just behind the Nats' dugout.
After leaving the studio, I called around and Dave wound up joining me at RFK. And..."good" doesn't even begin to cover how good these seats were. We were in the first row behind the dugout. We were closer to home plate than the pitcher. The on-deck circle was blocking Dave's view of the batter. It was, to put it mildly, awesome.
Then, apparently in response to my complaint earlier this week that I've lived around DC for almost 5 years and have never just seen a famous person around, we wound up sitting next to James Carville. Who, it turns out, is awesome. He gave us his bag of peanuts and managed to get every kid in the section a game ball. Then gave the bat boy his card, "in case you ever need anything." Plus, he was a very amusing heckler. We chatted about baseball throughout the game, and he wasn't really noticed by anyone until the end of the game, when some folks asked for pictures with him. I also got his autograph.
And the Nats beat Seattle, so it was all good. Although Dave and I did decide that as awesome as it was, it would've been a lot cooler had we been in the row behind the Orioles' dugout at Camden Yards.
My weekend of baseball wasn't over. On Saturday night a group of us went up to Frederick to see the Keys (the O's A team) play the Nationals' A team. I was psyched, as Adam Loewen, a top O's prospect, was pitching. I got another free duffle bag to add to my collection. Another very enjoyable night; the Keys also won. The seats weren't as good as the night before, but...well, when are they ever gonna be?
Anyway, good times. And if Dave can figure out how to email pictures from his phone, I'll post some for everyone's enjoyment. Now I have to email my coworker to thank her.
Current song in my head:
"Being Alive" from Company
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet. *drool*
I went to the Dodgers/Twins game on Friday night (upper deck behind homeplate, so nowhere close to being as good a seat as you). Got to see a triple, a 3-base error, Shannon Stewart run full-speed into the foul pole (ow!), brushback pitches with warnings, and a walkoff homerun from my fellow korean, Hee Seop Choi. Dude, that guy had 6 homeruns this weekend.
Oh, and on Saturday, my friend Nick bought blue crabs at the farmer's market in Downtown L.A., and he steamed them up with old bay, apple cider vinegar, and beer, and we had Maryland steamed crabs for lunch.
Of course, even with that taste of Maryland this weekend, your blog still makes me miss the stupid state. But only just a little.
Posted by: paul at June 13, 2005 03:16 PM