A day at the ballpark use to be a family activity. I wouldn’t want my family near that perversion. So if I knew of it in advance I would have stayed home. And when I take the kids to the ballpark, I’m normally a big spender. Of course they always have the gays.
Baseball has become corporate drek. You can’t boo. They tell you when to cheer. You can’t change seats if people in a lower section don’t show. The players rarely sign anything or mix it up with the fans. It’s the opposite of what it was that made it so grand. Leave it to the gays. Let them have it. Who wants to pay 90 bucks for a single seat at that crap?
What will be funny is the families who consider themselves to be progressive and accepting, who will haul their kids to the ballpark. Once they see the make up clad, hairy men in lingerie , the bare chested men in leather french kissing each other and the bull dukes fondling each other, I bet they beat a hasty retreat.