I Went To a Major League Baseball Game Yesterday And Beer Sales Cut Off In The THIRD Inning
I don't ask for much in this world. I just keep my head down and work (three jobs). But every once in a while, I save up enough money in my little piggy bank to treat myself to something special. So with the Indians needing two wins yesterday in their doubleheader vs the Rangers, I decided to pack my shit up and drive up to Cleveland for a little two for one discount. Because while I think football and basketball games are better on TV, I love going to baseball games. It's the best live sport there is. And let me tell you why:
People go to baseball games to do two things: drink beers and relax. This isn't football where you're yelling and screaming. This isn't basketball where they pump music into your ear drums the entire game, only stopping for a lady to balance plates on her head while riding a unicycle at halftime. Baseball is 9 innings long, takes about 3 hours to play, and there really isn't much action, especially in the middle of the summer. So I enjoy sitting out in the sun, drinking Bud Lights, and just talking shop with my buddies -- all while the team is out there doing their thing. You could put me at a little league park for all I care. Beer, sun, and relaxing with your friends is always fun -- and that's what baseball is. Well it was, until yesterday.
The Indians ended the beer sales in the THIRD INNING yesterday.
You read that correctly. The THIRD INNING. I went to the concession stand to get another round of cold ones for the boys, and shop was closed! Closed!
You can say what you want about it being the 2nd game of a doubleheader. You can tell me there's some sort of law behind it. You can come up with whatever you want. I will not hear any of it. I had a buddy who joined our crew just for Game 2. It was a 4:00 start! For the Indians to ban beer sales in the 3rd inning of a day baseball game, I am embarrassed to call myself a fan. It should be a federal offense, and whoever made that call should be locked up for a minimum of 25 years.
And I'm not trying to act like some sort of huge, cool beer drinking tough guy here. Sure, I've put down more beers in my lifetime than all of you combined, but that's not the point here. The point is that I truly would not go to a baseball game if you couldn't drink a cold one in the stands. That's not knocking baseball, but it's why I go to the game. The atmosphere is second to none. And when you take away the beer, it kind of sucks.
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Shame on you, Cleveland. I hope this doesn't give us bad karma heading into the 4-game series with the Twins tonight.