Tales from the stadium sidewalk. Thursday

Went out to grab my nightly "please don't blow this" cigarette in the fifth.  Another classic Camel, everything's fine and all-all of the sudden, as I'm walking to drop the baby-brown filter into the sewer, this old man on a bike cruising the sidewalk yells: "it's a bike!" and nearly rolls me over.

The whole cigarette experience ruined, I clutch my chest and saunter back to the entrance to tell  the tale to the security staff.  They all laugh.  What are you trying to tell me, god? You know where I stand on smoking, so obviously there's another rift here.

Top of the seventh, still 3-2. I don't want a save situation, I want runs, god damnit.