
How do we know we're heading to the game? No, not the massive amount of construction and peddlers and protestors ("vendor gentrification"??? I guess they didn't see the vendors inside...) No no, because of fancy street signs:

Did someone say "Presidents Race"?

They did, and how do we know, there's a GIANT sign:

And guess who isn't in this picture, coming in a lame last place, again:

Best beer selling machine ever (check out the standard issue Hawaiian shirts with the big "w" on the chest for the vendors):

New year, same old lines (and it's blurry because of the migraine everyone got from the lines):

Hey look, new year, same old sucky Screetch:


Does any other MLB team have cheerleaders?

Tommy J knocking over fans after his victory:

I think I know the name at the top of the screen. And if so, Mr. Mark Fratto loves puppies, old people, and kids:

Oh, this picture made me famous today:
Marching triumphantly towards the real 2008 season:

So what did we get out of the evening? That's right, a useless yet regionally important:

GO NATS!