As an adult, I was living in Little Rock where the Travelers' home games were held. I'd head to the games with visions of hot dogs, beer and peanuts in my head and a lot of enthusiasm. After attending just a few games, I became an official member of the "Bleacher Bums". We sat between 3rd base and home plate and would heckle the opposing team, stomp our feet on the metal bleachers and yell obscenities at the Traveler's manager. (Trust me, those obscenities were truly warranted.) Once, a couple of our members were even ejected from the game. Why? For having a good time, that's why.
Then, I moved to Arizona. At that time, there was no pro baseball; however, living just a couple of blocks from the ballpark, I had access to the Tucson Toros. A triple-A minor league team associated with the Houston Astros, the Toros had me in their bleachers at most home games stomping in time with the music of the organ. During the 7th inning stretch, there was always entertainment on the field. Captain Dynamite was a local favorite; he would actually throw his body over a box of TNT. Of course, the crowd went wild as the silver-lammed figure went flying through the air.
Finally, after living in Phoenix 5 years or so, we were awarded a major league franchise, the Arizona Diamondbacks. To win the World Series in just their second year was quite a feat. I don't get to these games as often as I'd like; quite frankly, it's not as fun and the cost of watching the boys of summer play has become astronomical. Truthfully, I yearn for the good 'ol days of a minor league game and Captain Dynamite.
Take a good look at the short video below. Now, watch carefully. Is that legal?