I can hardly remember the teams that played or even what happened that day at the game, but I do remember being dumbstruck by how many people were there and how many of them seemed to be content to do the same as my dad – drinking beer and reclining in the stands to halfway watch the game. My own collapsible koozies were wonderful because they kept the can of soda in my hands from growing too cold and with the heavy mittens I had on, it was easier to hold the can as such. But, the game…well, the game was at least a fun chance to get out with my dad. I was content to sit at home and watch them on the couch from there on out though.