We all remember when the Chicago Cubs somehow advanced to a third consecutive NLCS last fall. But, given I was at Nationals Park, I experienced it on a very different level than folks watching at home.
There was drama before the game even began. My uncle, a Nats season-ticket holder, had secured a pair of his seats for myself and a friend to witness this spectacle. In the run-up to the game, I lost one of the tickets… hardly an inauspicious start.
So, instead of being accompanied by a fellow North Sider, I was relegated to a state of solitude as I entered a sea of red that evening.