Imagine a sunny, warm summer afternoon. The sun is high in the sky, bathing you in brilliant sunshine. You’re watching your beloved Blue Jays, surrounded by a friendly, well-mannered and unnervingly quiet crowd. In your right hand is a hotdog, topped with your favourite condiments – ketchup, mustard, sauerkraut, onions. In your left hand is another ballpark staple – peanuts in the shell. You settle into your seat. You decided to wear short-shorts today, so your upper thighs are a tad raw due to the warm seat. That won’t dampen your spirits though!
You
delicately devour your food as the first pitch is thrown – a strike on the
outside corner. Enjoying the first inning, you realize your salty treats have
made you thirsty. What’s the tried-and-true, time-honoured way to remedy such a
situation? The third piece of the baseball food Holy Trinity – a cold,
refreshing beer. You know you’re going to pay through the nose for it, but that’s
just the accepted way things are done when you’re taking in the ol’ ballgame.
“HEY!
Beer guy! Gimme two!” you bellow to the man doing the Lord’s work.
He
saunters over.
