And no, I don’t mean drunk fans.

One of my favorite things about Sacramento: the ease and comfort of minor league baseball. No traffic. No mobs. No crazed fans. Though the name “Rivercats” has significantly less panache than the old moniker: Solons. (Check out the plaque in the Riverside Target’s parking lot someday. Try not to audibly hum “This used to be my playground.”) Despite their status as the Oakland As’s farm team, I break my no-bay-area-team-rooting rule and turn out for as many games as I can. I’m no expert on stats, but I know what I like: laying on Home Run Hill, enjoying a few beers, a hot dog and perhaps some garlic fries, and breathing in the smell of fresh grass and sport.

All that Americana for a bargain $6? Oh yes, my friends. Top tier tickets will only run you $19, but for me, the general admission lawn seats are the way to go.

I’ll be there on Friday to collect the Dinger bobblehead. Will you?

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