A few observations:
Beautiful park, absolutely gorgeous. Not a big fan of the glove/Coke bottle, but they hardly take away from the experience.
The place was fucking packed. It's amazing to see a fullish house for a Tuesday game against a no-draw opponent in June. The fans were really into the game, but not very baseball-smart (at least around me). Kinda like the Hunter Pences of fans. The place went apeshit when Belt dropped one in the cove. I put up my horns.
I really thought I could outrun those security guys. The jail has a wine bar.
I'll say it - the garlic fries are waaaaaay too garlicky and soggy. I didn't get thru a quarter of mine. The crab sandwich on sourdough is the way to go.
And I'm not a lawyer, but I do make money off of them. Next time I'm leaving the shorts at home.