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Since the area inside RFK that isn't devoted to playing baseball is quite small, there is a long stretch of sidewalk leading to RFK that has been overtaken by vendors in tents and guys walking around calling out "Nats hats! Ten bucks!" At first I thought it was like the guys outside of concerts with cheaply made bootleg T-shirts, but these guys all had photo I.D. badges that identified them as official vendors. You could buy food, clothing, flags, beach towels, inflatable bats, all the stuff you'd expect to get inside on the concourse except for jerseys and fitted caps.

This is the concourse. Crispy chicken and hot fries sound good, right? They weren't. I also had a hot dog which was mediocre, but better than a Rogers Centre hot dog simply because the bun was fresh and dry, not soaking wet. But there was one real gem on the RFK menu that we found: the lemonade was astounding. Very lemony, not overly sweet, and made with real lemons, freshly squeezed. Sure, it was nearly as expensive as the beer, but it was worth it.

Guess who's on the billboards?

The seats were comfy. A little wider than the Rogers Centre seats, and softer plastic.

Okay, so it wasn't Fenway park, but RFK stadium really doesn't stink as badly as many would have you believe. The people we spoke to on the subway were really surprised that it has a bad reputation outside of Washington, and if I was seeing baseball games there regularly, I guess I would be too. The view was good, the ticket prices were very reasonable, and the atmosphere was excellent. Any complaints I had were completely unrelated to actually watching a baseball game.

Check out part one and part two of this series.

I'm off to a cottage for the long weekend -- see you on Monday, or maybe Tuesday if we get really lazy and decide not to fight traffic.