I went to a game over the weekend. Didn't really enjoy it. The game was good, a pitching duel. It ended 4-0 but two of those runs were unearned. I just didn't like the experience. I guess I'm too old and cranky to attend in person anymore. It's a much more pleasant experience to watch a game on TV for me.
They crank up the sound on music during "dead times" and it's so loud that you can't carry on a normal conversation with the people sitting next to you. As a consequence, I had to listen to a woman behind me for nearly three hours of non-stop shouting. None of the conversation was about the game we were supposedly witnessing, or about the players, teams, or anything at all to do with sports. But, She. Just. Wouldn't. Shut up.
Now here's a question for you: Should you ask the edge-of-the-seat-sitter in front of you to sit back so you can see over his head? I didn't. I had to sit on the edge of my seat so I could get his head positioned between the mound and home plate. I figured it wouldn't bother the people behind me since they weren't there for the game. I could see when the pitch was about to be delivered, and see the batter's reaction. But I couldn't sit back and relax and still see the action. Not. For. One. Minute.
I have tickets for a game in July, but it might be my last time.