Frank's last game

Thanks to good connections on the Metro, we made it to RFK just as Frank Robinson took over the microphone to make a "few" last remarks.

I think the owner and management must have decided they had better give Frank all the time he wanted, and he took it. We got a good list of all the things he does not regret—586 homeruns, not 600, no regrets—those kind of details. Completely appropriate and the crowd loved it.

Another 5 minutes for the "group hug" male sports teams are so good atand then the game started.

In the second inning, the Mets scored 6 runs. Way too many of their hitters were able to pick out the empty spot and drop a ball exactly out of reach. By the 8th inning, I think the plan was to just make sure that every available Nats player got some time on the field. I wasn't sharp enough to keep up with the changes.

And speaking of not being sharp, for the first and I hope the last time ever, I walked into a men's room thinking it was the women's room. The first thing that went through my mind was that it certainly was unusual to see a man in a women's room, but maybe he was taking care of his daughter. And then I made a note of just how many men there were in the women's room. Lots of them. Paying no attention to me, but lots of them.