They kinda screwed it up for me

It seems to me the food at the ballpark has radically changed.  When I was a kid in Detroit I had the impression Briggs Stadium only served hotdogs.

I don’t know for sure because the only ballgame we ever tried to sneak into, we were caught and ushered to the curb.

My buddies and I couldn’t have afforded a hotdog even if we’d gotten away with sneaking in.  Did I mention none of us had any money?

Anyway, now that I can actually afford a ticket, I’m conflicted about the variety of foods offered in ballparks.

Standing outside, listening to the cheers of the crowd inside, we imagined how much fun it would be to scream, wave our hotdogs around, and smack each other on the back when our team made a great play.

You can’t wave a bread-bowl full of clam chowder over your head when your team scores, can you?

Or nachos with extra cheese and jalapeños, or an Indian taco with beans, shredded beef and chopped lettuce and tomato, or the big mess of charro (it looks like fried worms) with a ton of powered sugar dumped on it, or Dippin’ Dots, or a big sub sandwich overloaded with salad and stuff, or an actual salad, or even sushi for God sakes.

You can wave a giant warm pretzel with mustard on it over your head I guess, but you get my point.

They’ve improved the food and trampled my fantasy.

When I go to the ballpark, I always get a hotdog, in homage to my childhood.