Come to Nats Park for the freaky birds of prey, stick around for the spectacular bullpen implosion:
Jamie and I made it to our first Nats game of the season on Sunday and ran into that guy. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why there was a man with an owl at a Nats game. If you have any idea what that reason may be, feel free to let us know.
Also, equally as awesome as the owl: I caught a ball for the first time in my 26 years of attending baseball games (Yes, I was actually born in the bowels of Memorial Stadium). Austin Kearns threw it from right field, directly over the heads of young children begging for a baseball, and into my hands about 10 seats from the foul pole. I thought about being nice and giving it to one of the kids, but none of them offered enough money.