(Makes you wonder where they were in 1814 when the British torched the place with nary a peep of protest.)
(Remember, these are also the same folks who squawk about our "O" during the Star-Spangled Banner.)
But it must have struck a responsive chord with someone, because even the Mayor and City Council proclaimed a call to arms to defend the stadium the weekend of May 4-6, the first Philly invasion.
In the end, both sides declared victory (again, not unlike the War of 1812.) Turnout was high, the Nats took two, and they were successful in containing Philly fans -- keeping them dispersed, if not completely out of their kingdom.
But some still considered it a bit extreme and (dare I say?) jingoistic towards the City of Brotherly Love.
That's right. By the busload. There must have been a convoy on I-95, because by 1:00 pm there was a red tide sweeping the complex. And the game didn't begin for several hours.
This line stretches all the way to Dempsey's, and the doors don't open for another half hour
This young lady brought along her Phanatic's hat, despite the 80+ degree weather.
These folks were the first ones to grab seats in Dempsey's. They were very complimentary about the great ambiance and convenience to the field.
I really liked this one of the Philly Phamily, assembled under the Leroy Neimann classic of Cal Ripken in the Warehouse lobby.
(Mom admitted they were big Cal fans, too.)
This young lady is sizing up her friend for a Ripken jersey as a souvenir of their trip to Baltimore.
When I took this picture, the Majestic team store was completely filled with Philly fans shopping for merchandise.
I just snapped this picture from my window. As you can see, they're still pouring in. These folks came from downtown, but the light rail near the top of the picture was also unloading carloads of fans.
It's going to be a full house today. Beautiful weather, and everyone seems to be anticipating a good time.
What are those Nats complaining about?