The tickets were cheaper than the beer
The day ended with a spur of the moment diversion for me, joining up with friends for an early evening game of baseball. I hadn’t been to the new Great American Ball Park yet, but I didn’t need any other excuse. Perfect weather and four dollar bleacher seats sweetened the deal. In return for a great view of the game, we couldn’t see the jumbo video screen.
I learned a slew of baseball terms, and have immediately forgotten them.
I thought the Dodgers were from New York. I’m just fifty years or so behind, apparently.