My American friend decides to
show me a traditional American ball game. We arrive at the stadium and take our
seats, but they’re way too low. They’re actually below the viewing area and we
can’t see anything. The guy next to me asks who am I here to see; and I tell
him that we’re here to watch the Pittsburgh Pirates. As we slowly climb the
rows of seating towards a point where we can watch the action, day turns into
night and the floodlights cast huge shadows over the pitch, covering its
perfect lawn trim. And there’s just one team on the field in yellow on black
uniforms. I’m gasping for a beer but this means climbing over everyone to get
to the bar. I also wouldn’t mind a hotdog but there isn’t a vendor in sight. In
fact there isn’t even any aisles in this seating layout; it’s just row upon row
of seats.
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