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.)
Seats: Section 314, Row J, Seats 19-20. On the aisle, last
row back (actually on the concourse), directly behind home plate. (Of course,
by force of habit, we initially went to our usual seats, only to be politely
displaced in the top of the first inning.)
#3 – Ryan Zimmerman. Zim’s appearance was short but
significant, as he was double-switched into the game in the top of the 8th,
just as the Washington bullpen had let a once-comfortable 5-0 lead dwindle to
5-4. He made his one plate appearance count shortly thereafter, crushing the
team’s fifth homer of the game with two men on to generate some sighs of relief
in the stands (and presumably in the Nats’ dugout as well).
#2 – Paolo Espino. Making his second
emergency start in two weeks – this time Erick Fedde was injured – Espino once
again did his thing, soft-tossing five scoreless innings, allowing just five
hits (all singles) and issuing no walks. Did I mention that he’s walked only
four batters in his 35.2 innings this year? And did I mention that in-between
those two starts, he also picked up his first major league save?
#1 – Kyle Schwarber. What’s left to say here? Once again he
led off Washington’s portion of the proceedings with a massive home run,
inspiring Trea Turner to send the very next pitch out of the park as well. He
led off the 5th with another solo shot, before singling for good
measure in the 8th. He now has a total of 15 home runs in his last
17 games, the only player in MLB history to legitimately do so. (Barry Bonds,
Sammy Sosa, mumble mumble.)
It’s also worth noting that Baby Shark started in CF and
contributed a homer and a double, in front of what seemed to be a crowd more
populated with kids than for our other games this year.
Three of us had an uneventful ride down on Metro, arriving a
bit later than planned but with plenty of Davey Martinez bobbleheads still to
be had. (I’m sure it was more accident than planning that the paid attendance
was just over 19,000, with 20,000 bobbleheads to be given out.) I had the
chicken tenders with fries (meh). My seatmate got an offer he couldn’t refuse:
buy one slice of pizza now, and get a second slice at no extra charge once they
were baked. It turned out to be a good evening to run into folks we hadn’t seen
for a while, and our seats were in the shade and surprisingly comfortable given
the heat. To make the day complete, a friend gave us a ride back to Shady
Grove, so I got home well before midnight.