So do the Twins, as I discovered while idly pondering the possibility of going to Minneapolis this summer.
And it looks like the all-you-can-eat ticket is only $10-$15 more expensive than the equivalent not-all-you-can-eat ticket, so you only need to eat like two hot dogs to make it worthwhile.
It's a Dirty Shame they don't feature crab cakes.
Fenway's version of all-you-can-eat.
This was a sweet play at Camden Yards this week. God, I love Manny. High five!
6: For the low, low price of $297 per ticket! I like that their drink selection includes "Beer, Wine and Malternatives".
Okay, I should fess up: I've sat in those seats. They're awesome, but it's kind of embarrassing to order anything other than beer and sausage when you're at a ballpark.
You keep insisting you're not a Boston Brahmin, Tweety, and yet every single bit of evidence says otherwise.
I know people who know people. You can only get those seats as season tickets, so they get handed out a lot in a business context.
Fine, but in my head I'm still calling you "Tweety Winthrop."
Now, if they were these seats or these seats, that'd be a different story.
None of his ancestors had Cotton Mather preach their hanging sermon. Tweety is of common immigrant stock and perhaps even Irish.
I know people who know people.
Is that supposed to be evidence against, or what?
This reminds me--we gotta go to more A's games this summer. So far, only two, although both were opening week. His parents have season tickets and go to spring training in Arizona. Hard core.
I am not a Dodger's fan, but having gone to a fair few games when I was in LA during law school, I miss the Dodger Dog.
John, jealousy doesn't become you.
9: I go to way too many ballgames to limit myself. Especially in ballparks (I'm looking at you, Yankee Stadium) without good natural casing dogs. That said, for years I stuck with Primanti hot sausage sandwiches at Three Rivers.
The seats that are comparable (I think) to Sifu's 6 are great because the fancy food is in the lounge underneath - you're not in your seat eating carved roast beef. The only time I sat there, the Pens were in the playoffs; the ushers came around between periods to let people know the score. Schmancy.
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Ted Kennedy had a couple seizures; is this already known?
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John isn't jealous, JRoth. He's simply clarifying that he's the only Unfogged commenter whose ancestor fucked Cotton Mather.
19: I worry because he sponsored a lot of progessive bills recently re labor law, and he's on the labor committee.
I take back that part about Tweety possibly being Irish. That was a low blow.
They aren't great riots any more since they stopped doing things like 10 cent beer night. (Although I was at the '99 ALCS mini-riot at Fenway in my NY gear.) All you can eat hot dogs doesn't quite have the same effect.
Hey, I'm going to that game! We're getting the $6 seats with my kid's membership in the "Dugout Club" - somewhere in the vicinity of section 372. I'll be they guy wearing a bunch of Orioles crap and trying to keep a 2 year old entertained.
Orioles ... have an all you can eat section
Or, as we like to call it here in The City That Reads®, the "Sidney Ponson" section.
The City That Reads®
Didn't that change with the changing of the gubernatorial guard -- to "The greatest city on earth" or some such? Or was it the other way 'round? These phrases having been painted on bus stop benches, then wiped out and replaced ... but I'm honestly not sure what they say now.
Oh! "Believe"!
Parsimon:
I've read too much to believe much of anything.
shpx: I can't watch that, I'm afraid. I have a slow internet connection. No big deal.
*I* spent my afternoon at the CA Strawberry Festival, getting drunk on frozen strawberry margaritas (lots, b/c they were pretty weak, but if you buy enough....), eating fried food (lumpia!), buying tie-dyed t-shirts, and entering PK in a "strawberry stomp" which was, of course, a hideous waste of delicious strawberries.
Then we bought a flat of strawberries and went home via all the agricultural back roads. So awesome.
Oh, plus we got to see the Budweiser Clydesdales, whose backs are taller than my head.
Is that supposed to be evidence against, or what?
Of course. Otherwise, he would be of the people who are known.
It just means that she's under six feet tall. Unless you mean that she has a saggy butt.
No, I have saggy boobs. My butt, I'm pleased to say, continues to be incredibly awesome.
Which, you know, of the two.... I mean, bras are kind of standard equipment. Butt slings? Not so much.
The Clydesdale was a specially bred high tech XIXc horse, probably the largest breed ever unless is was some of the other new breeds. Well into the XIXc the most modernized countries had the most horses (except for places like Iceland and Mongolia). Backward countries used oxcarts, camels, etc.
Just got back from the Yard. It was a good game, the Orioles beat the Nationals 6-5, and my kid made it through all 9 innings.
But the line for $1 hot dogs was ridiculous.
But the line for $1 hot dogs was ridiculous.
We got $1 hot dogs on the street outside the stadium on the way in. No line there!
The game was good. The 8th inning, at least. The rest of the game, I was pained by all the dumb mistakes the Nats kept making. Stop dropping ground balls! Don't let the runner steal third! They deserved to narrowly lose.
