Checked-Off: Number Six on the Seven Deadly Sins
Over the weekend, I caught the Caps playing the Panthers. The Caps final playoff push (2 points behind Carolina) is being well covered on Comcast (tape delaying our season opener) but I have to give Comcast credit for some solid PR adverts for United. Still, the Caps finish the season with three home games. At the lovely Verizon Center.
And last night, the Nationals opened the baseball season against the Braves, and there were so many nice little touches. The color coordinated seats, the ubiquitous curly Ws, the stone work behind home-plate, it felt like a truly wonderful locale for a baseball game.
And now I'm thinking of RFK, and the lack of a true home for United. The orange seats, the banners hung awkwardly on the walls... It just doesn't feel like our house. Yes, the grass is better, but I long, I yearn for a true home. And I am angry. Not at the other teams, whose success I wish with all my heart, but it really is past time for our own home. This is our house rings a little more false. Listen David, home is where I want to be, but I don't feel like I'm already there. I know, that's a bit naive.
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