Compared to last year’s home opener, this year’s was a right out dud. From the introductions of the starting lineups, to the last pitch, I felt thoroughly underwhelmed by this year’s opening. The Nats got drubbed 7-1 by the Mets, on a 7 inning, 3 hit, 1 run outing by Bannister. The only Nats run came on a serious yard shot by Alfonso Soriano.

Just a few notes from my thoughts on the game:

• The booing of Dick Cheney was not unexpected. However, it went on loud and long, from when he stepped on the field, to throwing the pitch (outside, in the dirt), to back into the dugout. Am I the only one who thought about Boo-urns? No? Good. That means the Simpsons hold their rightful place atop the hegemony of American Pop Culture.
• Funny, the Post said Cheney was booed after the pitch. He wasn’t. He was booed before, during AND after the first pitch. C’mon Post, don’t whitewash it.
• They didn’t run out of hotdogs this year…they ran out of buns. We’re getting there. Maybe by the time we open the new stadium in 20XX, we’ll have full running concessions on opening day.
• The will-call issues today were really bad, with many confused people looking around at the differently named will-call booths. This gotta get fixed.
• Nice to see that Alfonso Soriano can go yard in the cavernous insides of RFK. This bodes well.
• Getting 3 hits, all in the middle of the order, is great, but the problem is that they were the only 3 hits all game.

Tomorrow, promises to be good, though, as Pedro Martinez comes to RFK to answer for his sins at Shea last week. Will Tony Armas plunk Martinez when he comes up in the 3rd? Well, we’ll just have to see. Game starts at 7:05, and tickets are still available.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Tom Bridge

I live and work in the District of Columbia. I write at We Love DC, a blog I helped start, I work at Technolutionary, a company I helped start, and I’m happy doing both. I enjoy watching baseball, cooking, and gardening. I grow a mean pepper, keep a clean scorebook, and wash the dishes when I’m done. Read Why I Love DC.