Papers At The Ballpark and I'll Do the Other Two Parts Next Year

I guess the first part should be last and the last part first. So let's start with

Elliot kicking ass at the National Triathlon yesterday in DC. He swam the Potomac (which in and of itself deserves a medal), rode the Clara Barton (avoiding the deer carcasses) and ran the streets of DC (finding the cozy confines of the Haines Point restrooms along the way) all in under 3:30! We here at Nobody Likes a Jerk are all proud of this milestone and wish him congratulations!

During that whole journey he never had to buy a copy of The Washington Post and that's a good thing considering the change needed for a Sunday edition would really weigh him down! But here at Nationals Park as I sit here after BP but before game time pondering why there are no less the 10 paper-boxes throughout the park each costing 25 cents for the weekday paper. Its not that a quarter is too much to spend for hours of reading and entertainment, but rather I wonder why a) you would need hours of entertainment when you've come to watch a baseball game and b) if the games start at 700pm (or near that time) why the Post would still charge you to read news that is almost 24 hours old. The mind wobbles and the newsprint smudges your fingers.

Publish Post

Now where is my Jumble?!?!

You Give Us 22 Minutes and We’ll Give You a Trip to NYC (DAY 2)

The Race

We headed into Manhattan in the early morning to meet up with Elliot and run a 5 mile race in Central Park. Parking was fairly easy to come by (see next section) and we walked a few blocks over to the race area. Not only was I surprised to see that this was not a small race (over 5,000 participants) but once the starting gun went off it was the quietest race I'd ever taken part in. It was so quiet that not only could you hear yourself think but you could also hear what the guy next to you was thinking! Lucky for everybody out there, Mr. Entertainment (me) was there to talk the whole way through. In the post race interview with some girl who stuck a camera in my face I even managed to get in some of POTUS' talking points. When asked why I ran the race, Bloggerman said, "If we don't run, the terrorists win!"

Ticket
What the #*+@! Why is there a parking ticket on the windshield when we got back to the car? We specifically moved it from one side of the street to the other and pulled up to make sure we were not in the "No Standing" zone. Oh we can’t park here because numb nuts over at city hall decided the only other sign needed along the whole block would be 500 ft down the other side.
Nice... Thanks for fleecing the drivers so that the empty suit wearing panty-waits at ABC can park in front of their building. We wouldn't want them to have to walk like the rest of us. They might forget all those great reality shows they were thinking of on the commute in!

The Game
Well we finally made it to Shea and had sunny skies and 2 baseball games to take in (they were playing a true double header to make up for the rain out). Thanks to Josh for hooking us up on the seats. We could see everything. Unfortunately that also meant that we could spend 3.5 hours in the sun and see the Mets drop the first of two.

We hit the car after the end of the game because we knew that if we stayed for the second game we wouldn't get home until after midnight.

Friendly’s
For dinner we pulled off just north of Baltimore and thanks to Mrs. Bloggerman's expert navigation (and Google Maps) we found yet another reason to get off at Joppastowne (in addition to the cheap gas). Unfortunately our diets had already been blown for the day so we opted away
from the ice cream and Fribbles for two salads... although after the next marathon, we're going back for sliders, motz sticks, and bacon-cheese waffle fries all on one plate. Yummo!

The Pup-a-Lup
A special thanks to the Boig collective who were gracious enough to watch Mooks while we wenst away. They rock and when we got home she was sprawled out on the bed enjoying her freedom! Well not for long as we had a (near) midnight stroll around the neighborhood and managed to come back with "more" in our bag then when we left.