Greetings from Section 114. Just before the bottom of the seventh, I decided to take a stroll from my seats along the first baseline with a friend of mine. Bryce Harper, you see, was due up third. Suddenly, I could smell something. It smelled like…In play: run(s). I ventured down to Section 104 on a hunch. Harper then proceeded to hit a ball 20 feet to my right, and, I don’t know, 100 (maybe?) feet over my head. It looked like this on TV:

Having been in right field, I can accurately report that nobody booed. Also, it went a long way.

Is that good? Yes?

Enjoy your Saturday night. I’m sure gonna.