RFK, here I come...

It's 2:39am.I just got home from work.
I'm planning to wake up in...not too many hours and drive (226 miles) to Washington, D.C. for the Mets-Nationals game at RFK Stadium.
I've never been there before.
It'll be my 38th major league ballpark.
Unfortunately, weather.com is saying "Isolated T-Storms" with a 40% chance of rain.
I'm not worried about the game being canceled; I'm worried that there won't be batting practice.
Even if there is batting practice, it'll be tough to get balls. (Click here to read why.)
I've caught at least one ball in 398 consecutive games.
I've caught at least four at each of my last 26.
It would be a shame to lose either of these streaks after such a long trip (and at such a crappy ballpark).
In addition to keeping the streaks alive, I have another goal:
This year, the Nationals are using special game balls with commemorative logos.
I don't just want one; I need one.
The odds of catching a game ball are slim, so I'm going to do whatever it takes.
No, I'm not going to knock over little kids. (Only big ones.)
I'm hoping that some of these special balls, perhaps old ones with grass stains or scuff marks, have made their way into the practice bin.
I've been told, however, that RFK opens just 90 minutes before gametime.
That's lame.
It means I won't get in early enough to exploit the Nationals during their warmups.
If I don't get a commemorative ball tomorrow, I still have three months to make it back to RFK and try again.
Or I can wait for the Nationals to come back to Shea (three games in August, three more in September) and hope that they bring some special balls with them.
It could happen.
That's how I've gotten most of my commemorative balls...not from the special games themselves but from random teams' batting practices here and there.
Anyway, it's 3:17am and I must get to bed.
Oh no, wait, I have to update my rosters and gather all my stuff for the game.
And brush my teeth.