The Nats lost

My sister-in-law asked me if I was going to call today an adventure with my brother and sister-in-law. When I told her no, she wondered if I would call it a misadventure.
No, again, I told her. Today deserved a four-letter designation.

We went by subway to the Nationals baseball game at the new park. It is lovely, but apparently three people in wheelchairs cannot sit together unless there are two people with them using normal seats. At the park, there are plenty of spots for two chairs and one chair, but not three, at least not together.

So my brother and sister-in-law sat in two wheelchair spots, then there was an empty seat, then a post, then me and Dad in a regular seat.

At least the seats were under cover because it was hot and sunny. We were spared the sun but it was still so hot my sitting region felt like it was drowning in sweat. And of course, I can't get out of the pool.

The Nats are a bad team, too, which is OK. But the announcer tells the fans to stand and honor the flag, and it is the same as at Mass. I feel like shouting back: "Don't you think I'd like to, jackass?" At least at a ballgame, they might not hear me; at church everyone would.

Also, I left Claren home, on purpose. Stupid.

The trip home was almost entirely a cornucopia of crap, a broken wheelchair here, a wrong turn there, to top it off: a broken elevator at our destination stop.

Dad went up, got the car and met me at the stop near home. My brother and sister-in-law rode one more stop and went back to get to the original destination to get a working elevator on the other side.

The trip was saved by a cute gal waving at me when I was waiting for the elevator at my final stop. I finally realized it was a friend from work. Not to blow off my relatives, seeing non-related friends always energizes me. Imagine if she had come to the game with me.