A-rod hit a foul ball in my direction. (look at me calling baseball players by their nicknames like we're old pals ). The two guys directly in front of me jumped to grab it, tapped it, and then it fell on the older woman with a cane sitting in front of them. Somehow they managed to crush and spray my beer all over the place, dousing our leftover nachos and hot dog, and leaving my legs all drippy and beery. I'm pretty sure their hands ended up in my beer and it was all foamy and one side was cracked but I drank it anyway. I mean, it cost $11.
good game. good game. good game. good game. good game.

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