Photo by Scott Abelman

The Presidents Races at the Nationals games are a fun local tradition (if you can call something less than 10 years old a tradition.) There’s interference from other mascots, silly distractions, Teddy’s winless streak finally getting broken, and now a new president, William Howard Taft has joined the mayhem.

We think it would be pretty cool if they had a costume for every president and rotated them each game. Today it’s Polk versus Taylor versus Wilson versus William Henry Harrison! You might learn something, and it might be awesome. For example:

Overheard of the Week

During the Presidents Race at Nationals Park on Friday evening:

A bunch of preppy young professionals are cheering and new addition William Howard Taft wins.

Announcer: “And Bill wins it!”
Woman 1: “Who won?”
Woman 2: “Bill!”
Woman 1: “Clinton?”
Woman 2: “Yeah, he’s new!”

After the jump, interns, untrustworthy sources, and other dumb stuff.

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Don’t trust the source

Around a conference table at the office:

A woman returning from a trip to New Hampshire has brought in a box of maple sugar candies shaped like maple leaves.

Man: “What are those, white chocolate shells? I love those!”
Woman: “They’re maple.”
Man, not listening, to another man: “No, wait, I think they’re actually butterscotch.”
Woman: “They’re maple.”
Man, finally tasting one: “Oh, they’re turbinado sugar!”
Second man: “What’s that?”
Man: “Raw sugar. I can taste it now—definitely turbinado!”

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Oldie but a goodie

Nov. 14, 2012 outside the RNC building:

Six-year-old: “Why do we have to move?”
Mom: “Because Daddy’s boss lost.”
Kid: “Why didn’t he ask for directions?”

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It’s called local character

At Mt. Pleasant and Lamont streets NW, Sunday afternoon:

A young woman is taking her parents on a tour of her new neighborhood.

Young woman: “This is where the farmer’s market is, and this is where I saw a guy pass out!”

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It’s so edgy

At a Starbucks in Georgetown:

Father: “Have you found any nice, independent coffee shops in D.C. that you like?”
College-age daughter: “Well, there’s this place called Caribou Coffee.”

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Maybe the tea leaves don’t look so great

At Scott Circle:

Woman on a cell phone, waiting to cross Massachusetts Ave: “I might look forward to that if I was getting a root canal after.”

Same woman, later on: “OK, I love you!”

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Branding issues

On a crowded M Street near Nationals Park before Friday night’s game:

Tourist woman to her husband, innocently: “What is he trying to sell me? A Walgreens hat?”

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Interns: still dumb

At the Foggy Bottom Metro:

A group of five college students hop on the train. One of the girls dominates the conversation by talking about her new summer housemates.

Girl to friends: “Yeah, my new roomies just moved in over the weekend. The first one has an internship in D.C. and seems really cool. The other one is from Montana, and well, gosh, she’s really old. I mean, she must be, like, at least 24.”
Woman in her early 50s sitting nearby: “Damn, I knew I forgot my walker today!”