Your sense of being at a history-making baseball game is heightened when Ken Burns shows up. They did an interview with him before the game and then he threw out the first pitch.
Also, this was the first time I have ever heard the national anthem at a ballgame performed not by a member of the military, local beauty queen, or group of tremulous fourth-graders, but by a smooth jazz saxophonist.
Anyway, 14 strikeouts in seven innings (a franchise record), and the Nats won. Not so bad. More than any other, this game gave me the sense of being at some old game from the fifties or sixties, as perfect strangers quarreled amiably with one another over various plays, booing strategies, and attempted to encourage the players from about 300 feet above them. That and a nice night made for quite the pleasant outing.