Boys of Summer Next Door

Ben, I heard a cool thing tonight. I arrived home from Los Angeles to find the DC weather as hot as a summer night, and so naturally our sliding door in the kitchen has been open. Then just a little while ago, the sounds of a dull roar floated in on the breeze. I puzzled for a moment, but then it came to me: it was the sound of a Nats home run, from about 11 blocks away at R.F.K. Stadium. On the downside, my husband has now been revealed to be a baseball fiend, and proximity to the source of his obsession could be problematic, especially since the Nationals offer a print-at-home Internet box office.