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Wednesday September 20 2006.
My! What A Big Heavy Foam Head You Have!

What's worse than four crazed idiots on a golf course? (Or at a bar, for that matter. Or at a softball game. Or in Vegas. Or...well, you get the picture)

How about four crazed idiots dressed up as giant dead presidents sprinting around a Major League Baseball field between innings?

And those four crazed idiots just might be Kenny, Barney, Matt--and myself.

That's right: The four of us may be getting the chance to run in the President's Race. At RFK Stadium. On the field. During a Washington Nationals game. In front of 25,000 people. On television.

For those of you who don't know, the Nationals have started doing a takeoff on the Sausage Race at Brewers games in Milwaukee. Instead of giant sausages, though, the Nats have four very scary-looking ex-presidents (or rather people dressed up as  scary-looking ex-presidents, but the description would be accurate for the four of us). The goal of the President's Race is very simple: Just try to beat the other three presidents as you run down the right field foul line, past the visitor's dugout, and finish up somewhere close to home plate--all the while carrying a huge foam head on your shoulders as thousands of fans vigorously cheer you on or boo the hell out of you. Fun, yeah?

And just why did they choose us? Well, they didn't actually choose us and nothing's definite yet, but our friend Stephanie who works for the Nats (her job during the games is to count pitches--seriously) is trying to set it up. Last week, we went to see a Nats game and I casually (i.e., "drunkenly") mentioned to Barney how cool it would be if we could run in the race. One cell phone call later and the wheels were in motion. They usually have staff people do it, Stephanie said, but I guess with the season winding down all the staffers are tired of sweating their eyes out in those hulking costumes. So maybe it's our turn to sweat our eyes out. We'll see...

Oh, and in case you're wondering: there just may be some trickery afoot during the race, if it happens for us. Although I'm not at liberty to disclose any details at this point in time, I can say that you'd be well advised to keep tabs on SportsCenter over the next two weeks.

 
     
 
 

 

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