The month-long celebration

is officially over. The rain ended yesterday afternoon, the birthday tickets were for today, and we had great seats right behind home plate. Frank Robinson kept his cool (does he even blink?), some new-to-Washington players stepped up to the plate, and the crowd was friendly and well-behaved.

We've had a lot of press here about how the new owners are working hard to make sure EVERY fan is treated well and has a good time. It may be working. I was having a hard time squirting mustard on my $4 kosher hotdog. One of the cleaning staff stopped her work, asked me if I had the strength to do that or needed some help, and then instructed me on a better technique. A lot of bonding over a gallon of mustard. It works for me.

The two fittest men at the baseball game. Food report: one ice cream cone, one beer, one banana, one bag of peanuts, one kosher hotdog. That's between the three of us. I'll let you guess who had what (maybe the above mustard incident gives you some help).