"Boo, Cardinals! Boo!"
A cackling laugh came next, directly to my left. This wouldn't be unusual ... except I was sitting at a bar.
Getting brunch.
With my fiancee.
At 11 a.m.
I look over and see a backward Pirates hat hovering over a plate of quiche and summer salad, empty Bloody Mary glass just a short reach away. There were more coming, don't worry.
"You here for the game, man?"
This was a chat I couldn't pass up.
"Oh, yeah. My buddies and I make a baseball trip at least once a year.