The sketchy parking lot with broken glass everywhere, and the greasy street sausage didn't make me hesitate either.
Nor did the beer and cuss words...of which there were LOTS.
As season ticket holders, I knew what to expect. But I haven't been to a game since the twofer was born.
However... the minimally-dressed ladies promoting a questionable club, and lining the street corner is what made me question my judgment.
were the ladies there 5 years ago? Or do I just look at things differently now?
They loved, in this order:
1. the junk food
2. the cheerleaders
3. spying on people with the binoculars
The Mister loved sharing the experience with his little Ravens fans and discussing which players have "the power".
And I loved returning to the parking lot to find the car still in one piece, with all 4 tires inflated, and her beloved Sirius radio still on the dash.