Monday, March 17, 2014
Posted by el duque at 1:00 PM
As best as I can recall, the entire outfield of the lost city of Bradenton's baseball park is a makeshift tiki bar.
The. Entire. Outfield. In my mind, I'm recalling that the tiki tables had signs on them that said, "Watch out for falling baseballs and other objects." I don't know what the other objects could be, unless they were referring to people, who would be falling off their chairs.
I think the bar in the outfield of the lost city of Bradenton has about 100 different brands of beer on tap. I suspect they are served in large portions, and people of the lost city of Bradenton are kind and gentle, the types who will buy you a beer simply because you look as if you've already had too many beers, and they want to see what will happen if you drink one more.
I think Mustang and I shall always remember their generosity, even if we have forgotten the game. I heartily recommend games - even rainouts - in the lost city of Bradenton, Florida. But it might have been a dream.