Now I know what it’s like to watch a baseball game like P. Diddy.  Or at least, what I imagine it’s like to watch a game like P. Diddy.

As “season ticket” holders for the Nats (I use quotes because we have a 21-game plan, not the full season) we have a bunch of perks, including rewards points.  Last night my brother and I redeemed all of our points for two seats in the amazingly posh club section behind home plate.

The view of the game was pretty amazing, as were the fresh baked cookies and buffet stations inside the club area itself.  Even the sky above our seats was picturesque.

But what really made me think this is where I would spend my time if I won the lottery was the moment in the middle of the game when a guy came wandering around our section handing out ice cream bars.  We don’t get that in our normal seats.  I’m also pretty sure the people in the nearby “normal” sections hated us.

The game itself was pretty awesome with six home runs by the Nats, who extended their division lead to 7.5 games.  Ryan Zimmerman even overcame the curse of me wearing his jersey to join the home run parade:

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing this sight: