Okay, folks, I’m about to make a joke so epicly bad and in such poor taste that I am apologizing before the link is even thrown down. Sorry. It’s gotta be done.
Apparently the Nats aren’t the only thing at RFK that sucks.
Had to be done. Had to. So yeah, not that I condone getting a hummer at the ballpark in public, in a place where families are (supposedly) hanging out with their kids, but yeah, when the Nats are as bad as they are, I can’t say that I blame the couple in the upper level 500 seats.
As they say on the Mastercard ads…
Tickets to a Nats game: $6
Program: $5
Two Hot Dogs, and some beer: $70
Getting a hummer in the 7th: Priceless.
Here’s to hoping they didn’t get caught. Thanks Deadspin. So, where’s the craziest place you’ve ever caught (or been caught!) an amorous couple?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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