The beer

Okay, call me what you will but I just can't see beer go to waste. Jeff had three Bud Lights remaining from his six-pack when we got to the San Francisco station. Rather than see it go to waste, I packed two of the beers in my baggy cargo shorts. I breezed through security as I entered the ballpark, even on the heightened alert due to the London bombings.

When we made it down to our seats, the guy sitting a few seats down to me complemented me on the two "B-minuses" I smuggled into the ballpark.