The last baseball game I attended was our local AA team. I actually endured 3 full innings before I succumbed running screaming in the night. I was wat hing a. Hrinic scrat her and spitter batting and he was in his 6th or 7th tip foul, so I decided to go down to the bathroom, then to the concession stand to get a hotdog to medicate my glassy eyed boredom. After a good amount of time passsed, I weny ba k to my seat and lo and behold the same dufus was still batting. He was still foulin' them off. I told my wife that I had had enough and could we please for the love of all that is holy please go home. We did, and I have never darkened the gate of a baseball stadium again i would rather stand on my head and attempt to stack greased BB's. I had a friend the otger day invite me again to our local team's game. I told him there hasn't been a meter made that could measure my apathy towards anything resembling baseball.