So, last night after the Padre game, everyone was headed to the exits. We had sat near the very top and had a long ways down to go. The wait for the escalator seemed ridiculous, so we decided to take the stairs.

As we were walking down, along with a bunch of other people, I overheard a young man celebrating how that had been his first baseball game he’d ever seen all the way through. It was also his first time being sober at one. Continue reading →