Where's the Beer?

The perennial power house Pittsburgh Pirates were in town to take on another dominating basement dweller and there was only one thing that could make watching these two teams play tolerable -- you guessed it -- beer.

After I waited patiently for the Nationals to get out of the fifth inning (2 errors, 1 missed play line drive, and 3 walks later) I spruced up and headed over to the beer vendor.

But something terrible happened, something unimaginable the vendor had ran out of beer.

Where could the beer have gone? No they hadn't stopped selling, it wasn't the 7th inning yet.

Anheuser Busch? Nope the distributor was there that morning.

Just this guys stand? No senor, every stand around the stadium was out of their delicious $9.00, refreshing cold beer.

Flabbergasted. In all my years of baseball games I have never seen something quite of this magnitude. Yankee Stadium never ran out of hot dogs, Camden Yards always had enough Cracker Jacks and soda pop, heck, even the Bowie Baysox and Potomac Nationals were always well stocked in their concessions stands!

Dilemma. Why is it that the lousiest team, with the lousiest stats, the lousiest players, and lousiest record -- who can't even spell their own team name right -- get this one wrong as well?

"SIR, how could you run out of beer? It's only the fifth inning!"

"Son, we may only sell a couple thousand tickets a game, but when you're 14-40 the fans have to pass the time somehow."

That explains the man making out with his glove.

While the fans in Washington might be sick and tired of watching their beloved Nats lose 26 of their last 32 at least there first in something -- beer consumption per fan -- a minor victory for quite possibly the worst team in all of professional sports.