Everything's different on the executive levels. It's much quieter, for one thing, and the air is cooler, fresher. No crowds, just small groups of spectators and plenty of friendly, helpful concierges.
The air-conditioned box had a kitchenette, flat-screen displays, and a variety of seating. There was a great spread of finger food on the granite counters. But what blew me away was rolling outside to discover that we were directly above home plate:
We got there a few minutes late, thankfully missing the reading of Lou Gehrig's speech by the loathsome George Allen. The weather was ideal--warm and breezy--and by some miracle, the Nationals actually won, besting the Braves 5-3.
The only downside to the experience was that it probably spoiled me forever. Like an airline upgrade, it's awfully hard to go back.
3 comments:
That's pretty cool. Crawdette would have loved that! Did you take that photo?
Damn, I'm jealous.
Ol' Shaky Hands don't take no pictures no mo'. Dan snapped it on his phone.
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