It should be about the game A few weeks ago, I went to the last ever home game at a smaller baseball stadium near where I live in North Carolina. I arrived in the second inning. I didn't sit down until the eighth. Not because I was late (...even though I was), but because I spent six innings stuck in a line I thought would end with hot dogs and beer but instead took me to the bathroom. By the time I got to my sun-warmed foldy seat, the game I came to see was basically over.