He is well known as a legend on a puddle. Ian has been winning the Northern Laser Circuit - or should I call it the Northern Puddle Circuit for the last ten years. I would like to investigate the personalities, the boats, the handicap and the conditions to understand why the class were so successful at this event. Why the fans are always the last to learn of a decision made long before behind closed doors is either the result of organizational incompetence or a sadistic power grab by a person who knows he holds it and simply doesn’t care which innocent, working class baseball fans are the victims of it.The Streakers have a great time at the Yachts & Yachting 'Battle of the Classes' © Rooster Sailing Through all of these delays, the only conduit of communication between the fan and Big Team is the park’s jumbotron, which no matter the exact wording, only states the fact of the delay and boldly asks for attentiveness to updates.
Allegedly, players had already begun departing the park and cleaning staff were already beginning their rounds before the fans were informed. Wednesday night, it took over three hours for the Nationals to finally announce the game’s postponement. Even still, the official announcement to the fans was not made for an additional 30 minutes. We spent an hour on the concourse, with still no announcement promulgated to the fans, before I elected we depart, knowing the severity of the rain left little hope for the game to be played.Īccording to a Washington Post article from that day, the Giants’ manager was informed of the postponement more than 2.5 hours into the delay.
After batting practice, the rain began and the tarp was rolled out. Perhaps hoping to divert Google searches of “Nationals rain delay” away from one of the most inexcusable customer service debacles in recent baseball memory, the Nats signed a tarp sponsorship deal with Skittles early the next month, adding a splash of color to their painful delays.Ī week later, I saw the tarp firsthand when I attended what was supposed to be a game with my dad and little brother. Thousands of paying fans left during the unnecessary delay, having spent good money to sit before an empty field. That night accidentally turned into a great memory personally, but only because I was not planning to attend the game in the first place. Years of puzzling decisions and poor communication during such precipitous events came to a head on Jwhen the Nationals delayed a game by three hours for rain that never fell.
STREAKER AT NATIONALS GAME SERIES
It was this last cheer that was saddest of all–not because it was the long-awaited joy of a deserving faithful, but because it was a false hope, teased but unanswered by an organization that has proven, through the thick and thin of disappointing seasons, a World Series win, and a global pandemic, that it is simply incompetent in handling rain delays. Then there were muddled cheers of the remaining fans, two hours into the delay, who spied a small band of grounds crew looking primed to work on the field, which had withstood an hour-long downpour followed by a light drizzle. He then shimmied into the tarp’s tube, momentarily evaded security, and was finally handcuffed in a slippery spectacle. There was, perhaps most boisterously of all, the nude streaker that took a buttocks-first slip on the puddling infield tarp about an hour into the fourth-inning rain delay. There was Joe Ross’ RBI single an inning later to give the Nats an extra run. There was Kyle Schwarber’s would-be-fielder’s-choice-turned-infield-single that extended the Nats’ half of the second. There were several moments of significant hubbub at Nationals Park last Wednesday evening.
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