But I darn near cried when Zimmerman came up and gave Sir Strasburg the hat and jersey. Maybe I actually did. Nobody home but the dogs to refute my claim that I'm not some old sap.
Crowd count? Didn't look to be all that many beyond the youngsters who were clearly imported in for the festivities. I thought about going up but what do you do between 3 and 5? Go to the Ugly Mug is what I was going to do but I opted to stay home and do some actual work so I could go to Blogger Day on Sunday. Missed the first one, don't want to miss this one.
I felt bad for my former colleagues in the media. Wicked hot, it looked like. I hope they get some more access to Strasburg later, away from the masses.
Anyway, welcome aboard young man. Expectations aren't great or anything. A championship by 2011, please.