The real reason I went to Washington was for the University of Virginia's law school softball tournament.
Unfortunately, it's been pouring all day so we've been rained out. On the other hand, Charlottesville is not a bad place to be, so we've been making the best of it. A whole crew of people went to Monticello, for example.
We have two French students with us, LLM students, who are disappointed not to get a chance to try out their new baseball gloves. I'm disappointed not to get to watch them play. It might be amusing, except they're on my team so perhaps "amusing" isn't the word...
But another teammate and I decided to introduce them to another aspect of Americana instead, and for breakfast took them to a Waffle House. I suspose it was very mischievous of us, exposing the French palette to a Waffle House just to see what would happen. But they were good sports. Although it might be the first time someone has ever gone to a Waffle House and tried to order an espresso.
Update 4/3: The French guys played great! Or at least no worse than anyone else on the team.
The tournament was supposed to be made up of hour-long double-elimination games. But with all of Saturday's games rained out, it was no longer possible to do that. So instead on Sunday, for the teams that stuck around, there were single-elimination, half-hour speed games. One pitch per batter. Which meant our fate was decided rather quickly.
On the upside, I cleanly fielded all the ground balls hit at me in short center field. About 3 of them. Which held each batter to a single base. So that we could immediately walk them home on the next three pitches. But it at least feels like a moral victory, if not one measured in runs.