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Good things : “Street Sense”

Please don’t tell me if Street Sense, the Washington D.C. based paper for and by the city’s homeless, has a downside, a seedy uncurrent, a mismanaged office. I don’t want to know. Because I love it.

I love the home-grown nature of it, the pull-yourself up by your bootstraps nature of it, and, frankly, the fine writing! Check out this April’s fools’ day post, slamming on -gasp – our nation’s finest baseball team, management, and sense of “giving back.” :

Opening Day has taken on new meaning in the nation’s capital this year as the Washington Nationals are opening the doors of
their new southeast D.C. stadium to the
city’s homeless population for overnight
stays throughout the season.
Under the “Open Door Policy” unveiled
on April Fool’s Day by Team President Stan
Kasten, the homeless are invited to sleep in
stadium seats or on the concourse at Nationals
Park but must stay off of the field,
a compromise brokered by Head Groundskeeper
Doug Lopas, who stressed the need
to protect the stadium’s new turf.
“This generous plan will keep displaced
residents from having to leave the city in
a futile search for low-income housing options,”
said Barbara Silva, the Nationals
director of community relations. “the impression that economic progress depressed regions has a detrimental effect on
the poor.”

Wow. The article goes on to quote fans, players,  and other afficiniados of the new “sleepover day.”

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When Good Mascots Go Bad

Panther Attack!, originally uploaded by Scott Ableman.

Ha ha ha. This is one of the funniest photos I’ve ever seen (is it just me? I actually LOL’ed and this would make baseball much more entertaining!) It was taken by my newest Flickr contact Scott Ableman . Thanks, Scott, for the lols!

Will Teddy never win?

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Simplicity

I sat next to a six-year-old on the Metro today. On the way to a Nats game, complete with red cap and baseball glove. and gameboy, of course.

His parents were in the row behind us though I didn’t see them at first and he didn’t seem to be paying them much mind, just chattering away in one long continuous sentence.

“Are you going to the game??” I told him I wasn’t and he looked puzzled, as though it hadn’t occurred to him that the train went anywhere else. “It’s at the new park!!! That’s where we’re going!!!!”

Then he started explaining his pokemon game and how he was at level 17. I, of course, understood not a word and said I doubted I could get to level 2. “Oh no, you could! Level one is really easy. REALLY easy.” He continued playing and showing me things I didn’t understand in the game, though I was glad I had at least heard of pokemon.

When I got off the train, I told him to have fun, that I hoped he caught a fly ball. “Me too!” he said. “And also, I am pretty good at Pokemon, like a lot better than a lot of kids.”

As I stepped out of the train, I heard him calling “You’d be good, too! I can tell those things!”

He had me believing.

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