I drove down to see the Marlins last night. I figured the roof would be closed because of the wind; a few blocks from the park I drove through a cloudburst. It rained intermittently for the next 20 minutes. I waited for a break and walked to a window on the north side, showed my driver’s license, and got my free senior’s day ticket.
The Marlins were superb, great pitching and, in the later innings, power hitting. I found the new arepa stand in left field, ordered one with beef, and ate one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had at a ballpark. (They’re the savory white corn arepas, not the sweet and greasy yellow ones.)
Finishing my arepa, I got talking to an usher. He too wondered why they don’t open the roof. “It would save them money on air-conditioning,” he said.
