how can you not love going to baseball games?

[ellenkushner]

They bring you beer. They bring you hot dogs. You hang out talking with your friends, because there's really nothing else to do. And every so often way down there a tiny guy in tight pants hits a ball with a stick and you can cheer.

Bliss.

Thank you, scbutler, for being my fabulous wonderful baseball buddy!

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[ellen-kushner.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well . . . I was told they wouldn't let you bring your own food or drink in - now that I know that's not true, I will bring a picnic of amazing magnificence next time!

Plus, my tix were free, so I felt it was only good manners to buy their beer.