When I was a kid, my mother, brother and I went to a Mets vs Astros baseball game. We even had box seats courtesy of the company Dad worked for - he didn't go due to work reasons and besides he had as much interest in pro sports as I or Tasty do. (He however was on a curling team when in the Army... more into doing than watching I guess.)
My brother had just discovered baseball and this was when the Mets were young and good. He was in seventh heaven. I was bored out of my gourd. (Can I mention this was a double header? The second game went into overtime, which I'm sure is exciting for those who care since things are close, but I was already satiated with too many hot dogs. I still hated peanuts in any shape or form, then. And i was too young to be served beer.)
I did walk around the stands a lot, hoping it would be over SOON.
Ever watched a Cricket match?
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