Wouldn’t you know it, we walk into a bar and the game is on the TV. Mlb network was showing it, which is why an SF bar had it on. Sometimes, I’ll find a place that has the package, but I’ve yet to enter such an establishment where somebody other than I has requested a Nationals game. Unfortunately, the game being on was the only positive thing about the night, except, of course, for Angel’s dance. She was awesome. The rest of the night sucked. Including the game itself, wherein the Nats bullpen blew a two run lead in the top of the 9th and the game in the tenth. I spent innings three through six being told how badly my car smelled. Seven walking from the Palace of Fine Arts being berated for something else, and eight and nine in the bar being reminded how much pain my enjoyment of the Nationals causes her. Today sucked donkey dong.