Take Us Out to the Ball Game: Cheney Pitches, Wonkette Catches

Yesterday we reported on the Nationals’ home opener, where Dick Cheney showed up to throw out the first pitch — and got roundly booed.

We weren’t there to see it, chained as we are to our laptops. Gawker Media is a cruel mistress — at least Jill Carroll got bathroom breaks. But Intern Nick was at the game, and he took a few photos, which we now present as an update to our prior coverage.

Here is Nick’s personal favorite, “of a ‘Washington-type-A’ on his effin Treo during the game”:

Our first instinct is to mock this guy for Treoing during a baseball game. But then again, it wasn’t much of a game. The subhed for the Post write-up says it all: “Offense Listless, Crowd Lethargic, Defeat Sluggish: Mets 7, Nationals 1.”

(Also, the Original Wonkette is hopelessly addicted to her Treo. And if we were cool enough to have them, we might be too.)

Additonal photos from yesterday’s game appear after the jump.

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Metro Section: Killers, Killers, Everywhere

• Dick showed up just on time, was booed, and bounced one to the plate. They must have a script for this. Oh and a game too. Nats got killed, in case you hadn’t heard. [Ball Wonk]
  
• Why oh why!?! We are so totally nice, really nice. [Anacostia Diaries]
  
• Kids today have it all wrong. Guys! You’re supposed to be getting stoned, not stoning. [DCist]

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Cheney Booed, Pool Drunk

Some of you already noted the press presence at the Nationals game today — here’s a bit of the pool report from Cheney’s first pitch duties at RFK:

Gorgeous day, 70 degrees with happy, red-capped turnout est at 25k. VPOTUS stepped out onto field dressed in khakis and a Nats bomber jacket to the sound of thunderous boos and catcalls, making Kerry’ welcome at the Dem convention seem downright warm (spotted in the crowd: a t-shirt upon which someone had scrawled, ‘don’t shoot me dick.’) Jeering may or may not have disrupted the veep’s concentraton, but the pitch — from about a yard in front of the mound — was short, bouncing once before being reined in.

Still it is a wonder that the smell of frying meat alone didn’t bring on another heart attack. Talk about last throes.

On the plus side: security rather, uhm, lax when it comes to plastic bladders of wine.

Plastic bladders of wine? No wonder REAL AMERICANS consider the press to be a buncha liberal pantywaist elites — we’re guessing the Veep’s “bulky” Nats jacket concealed a hipflask of Beam and he recovered from the strenuous exertion required to get the ball halfway to the plate with the ol’ “one beer at lunch” special.

Update/Clarification: This wasn’t the real pool report. The real one was less interesting. This is from a slightly tipsy operative. Must we explain our every little joke?

Cheney Throws Out First Pitch in D.C. [AP via Yahoo]

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