We were at an Albuquerque Isotopes ball game, the Dodgers triple-A
farm club. I asked my friend if he
wanted a hotdog. He said no, he
couldn’t eat food on an empty stomach.
And ordered a beer.
I laughed and ordered a hotdog and a beer and we found our
seats. After a few innings he finally
got himself a hotdog – and another beer.
I like the man’s style.
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