Amidst the ELEVEN Mets singles, I discovered something magical in the clean San Diego air. I feel like I'm betraying all you SoSG-maniacs with this. But it has to be said. The Padres have something that we North-of-Orange County types only dream about.
It's not the mascot. In fact, I found The Padre a little icky:
Especially when he brought a group of children on the field to dance to Michael Jackson's "Jam." Even fifty years from now, I'd still say it's "too soon."
I spotted something that brought a tear to my pale blue eyes:
A Hot Dog.
A Bag of Popcorn.
A Bag of Peanuts.
Eat that, Subway!