This weekend we took Baby to her first Padres Game: figured out it's mostly about watching people get arrested

I counted six arrests altogether. The best one being as we were walking out of the park back to our car. Skinny Hipster Padre starts talking crap to Thick, Drunk Dodger fan(s) (two of them) about how, "there you go. We win! THERE YOU GO!"

And thick, drunk Dodger fan(s) reply with a good "you talking to me! YOU TALKING TO ME! Don't you go talking shit to me you skinny bastard!"

"Then why you wearing that on your chest! HUH, why you wearing that UGLY ASS shirt if you don't want people talking shit! This is the Padres house son! THE PADRES HOUSE!"

"He did not just call me son," thick, drunk Dodger fan 1 balls up his fist.

"I think he did," thick, drunk Dodger fan 2, puffs up his chest. "I think that skinny bastard just called you son!"

They run toward him, skinny Padre fan RUNS AWAY toward a group of police officers who arrest them all.

Baby had fun any way...