Finals Fun

So we went to that Nationals game on Saturday, and it was a blast. I was hoping to have pictures to show you, but a) we forgot the camera and b) I can't figure out how to email myself pictures from my phone. You'll have to be content with this:

Clearly a ripoff of Milwaukee's inimitable Sausage Race, but kind of entertaining nonetheless. I bring it up only because of an exchange I witnessed while waiting in line for ice cream. While I was standing there, Honest Abe and Teddy walked by (I have a close-up picture of the latter on my phone...too bad you can't see it). A boy and girl, probably in fourth or fifth grade, were standing in front of me in line, and briefly got quite excited as the characters walked by and waved at them. The kids waved back and stared and uttered a few little exclamations, and after the giant-headed presidents had passed, the boy asked, "were those the Guinness guys?"

It was apparently a rhetorical question (of course those were the Guinness guys), and immediately they were on to something else. But I found it sad and entertaining.

The game was entertaining, too--we were in the first row, right behind the dugout, and could hear the Mets players yell at one another. The Nationals eventually lost, 6-2, having come within one strike of winning it in the 9th and then falling to pieces in the 12th. I also got my first-ever game used baseball (there were no kids around to give it away to that didn't already have one--that's how close to the action we were) and kind of an embarrassing picture of Omar Minaya that I wish I could share. Anyway, it was tremendous fun, and well worth the six hours in the car.

I took my first final of the semester, and third-to-last ever, this morning. It was Professional Responsibility, which is a worthless class the few moderately useful parts of which are entirely redundant with the MPRE (which I passed by, I'm sure, a much better margin than I'll have passed this exam). Utterly, soul-crushingly dull, and terrible to study for. Nothing against the professor or anyone else involved; it's just not a law school class, except that the ABA requires that it be one.

My last two finals, which I haven't started preparing for, should, well, not be that. And that's something.