Precious Childhood Memory #17

When I was a kid my dad used to take me to minor league baseball games. In Portland, that meant attending Beaver games.

One highlight of going to Beaver games in Portland in the 70's was a little thing called 10-cent beer night. You would not believe the freaks that crawled out of the woodwork to purchase entry to the game, and the game took a back seat to the drunken hijinks that ensued in the bleachers.

One one such occasion, the rowdy crowd was apparently getting on the nerves of Mr. Baseball. Mr. Baseball was an old coot who wore a red blazer and a red batting helment with a beaver statue mounted to the visor, who would stoll through the crowd handing out game schedules.

On this occasion, a teenage hot dog vendor somehow offended Mr. Baseball, who grabbed said vendor and proceeded to bitch-slap him. This then escalated into a drunken hippy punching out Mr. Baseball, who was lucky to skulk away before the whole thing escalated into a mini riot.

Ah, Memories!