As a fan of a wide variety of popular (and not-so-popular) music from the 1950s (and sometimes even earlier) up through the present, one of my bucket list projects for years has been to put together a list of my 100 favorite songs of all time. At some point I decided that, once I got around to figuring that out, I could put it out on a blog, for the infinitesimally small proportion of the Internet world that might be interested. So, here we are. While the Top 100 will be a major focus, I also plan to post on a variety of other musical (and occasionally non-musical) topics, in which you may or may not be interested. (If a particular posting doesn’t ring your bell, you’re only a few clicks away from a dancing cat video on YouTube.)

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

May 26, 2014 – Marlins 3, Nationals 2 – Nationals Park



Umpires: HP: Fieldin Culbreth. 1B: Seth Buckminster. 2B: Jim Reynolds. 3B: Brian Knight.
Weather: 84 degrees, sunny.Wind: 3 mph, In from LF.
T: 2:46.
Att: 33,677.

With Adam LaRoche returning from the disabled list the previous day, when the Nats salvaged the finale of a 4-game set in Pittsburgh, the rest of the team apparently decided that they could let the first baseman single-handedly take care of the slumping offense. LaRoche did his part with a two-run homer in the sixth after a Jayson Werth single to bring the team within a run, but the lethargic lineup managed only one other hit during the afternoon.

Tanner Roark lasted seven innings and deserved a better fate. As usual, slugging Marlins right fielder Giancarlo Stanton was their kryptonite, as he doubled and scored in the first and hit a massive shot to center two innings later with Derek Dietrich on first to complete the Miami scoring.

This was actually the first game all year in our regular (shady and windy) upper-deck seats that I didn’t bring a jacket – nothing at all to complain about weather-wise. The Cubano sandwich from the Taste of the Majors stand was excellent as usual, as were the cinnamon pretzel bites (once they finally made a fresh batch). The drive down was unexpectedly quick, as the reported backups near Arlington Cemetery had cleared up. Due to circumstances not entirely beyond my control (I got into the wrong lane on Washington Ave.), I took the alternate route back, getting on the eastbound freeway, and then 295 up to the Beltway. Less scenic, more of a rat race, and longer mileage-wise, but still only took just over 45 minutes, which is similar to what the return trip usually takes on the GW Parkway with the postgame traffic.

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