Here's a question for you baseball fans....when you go to a game do you actually go to watch the game, or to just eat hot dogs and nachos and drink beer?
Last night about 8:30 I took Luke the Wonder Dog out and noticed they were playing a Frisco Rough Riders game at our minor league ballpark a couple blocks away. It was a delightful evening, about 72 degrees, no humidity, slight breeze, and I was suddenly overcome by the desire to go to a game there tonight.
All I really wanted was some ballpark food, which is always better than the same thing if it were served at home. Sorta like eating some canned crap food sitting around a camp fire.
But, hey, sometimes you gotta take the bitter with the sweet. I would willingly sit there and dodge foul balls for some gooey junk food. I aaaaalmost had K convinced we should go, but then she had a momentary flash of sanity and laughed in my face.
When negotiations concluded she'd promised me some fake cheese (the staple of world-class ballpark nachos) over some fresh chips /w plenty of jalapenos, served to me in my chair high up on our balcony if I would let her off the hook.
Cold beer is a given. SOLD! Congress should take note.....THIS is how you compromise. :)