Those are the words that I was able to lip read off Ryan Zimmerman, as he sprinted toward first base after he smoked a shot in the bottom of the ninth to win the Nationals Park opener.
The stadium looks great, and I’m almost hoping that we lose at curling tonight so that I don’t have to play next Monday, and I can go through with my crazy plan to drive up to Chicago on Friday, catch a Cubs game on Saturday, drive to Detroit on Sunday, and drive back home in time for the second home opener. Tickets are still available, so I think I might just have to be crazy.
Get the F*** Outta Here!
The D's 