I considered the (relatively) healthful deli sandwiches. Really, I did. But I was won over by the blaring Fan Favorites! sign over the burgers ‘n’ fries ‘n’ cokes ‘n’ shakes counter and opted for the chicken tenders and fries meal deal instead. Why not go with a favorite? People had been hawking nine dollar bottles of Bud Light up and down our section all afternoon, so the six buck Miller Lite felt like a downright bargain. (I didn’t need the souvenir cup; I flippin’ hate the Yankees. It’s like pulling for Philip Morris, or capitalism. But when you live here and want to spend an afternoon at the ‘local ballpark,’ it’s sometimes Yankee stadium, what can you do.) I ate and watched the players scurry about the bases, I think a side was retired, I turned to S. at one point and said, I always forget how much more I like this game after I’ve had a beer.