My dad loves him some baseball, specifically, San Francisco Giants baseball. He goes to every Sunday home game, and then some extras where he can fit them in. This past Sunday he took me. The Giants lost 5-2 to the Reds, and the game was frustrating, at best. Twice the bases were loaded with no outs. Twice the batter up in that situation hit into a double play. Oi.
But! I thought I would take this opportunity to discuss going to baseball games with my dad. It's a fucking science.
He buys whatever tickets are available, and then he upgrades them when he gets inside the park. He buys you food, and sends you to watch batting practice in the bleachers while he shmoozes with various ballpark employees. Even though I think my dad is horrifyingly embarrassing, for some reason the ticket people love him, and save him tickets all special, and give him t-shirts and stuff. Once they sold him tickets in the owner's box. Often we're there amongst the scouts. On Sunday we were directly behind the dugout, which was also nice.
Pretty much the only thing my dad spends money on is Giants baseball, so going to games with him? It usually works out.