The bump

The seventh inning curfew was looming and there was nothing left to do.

I got up, pardoned-and-excused myself past the two isle seats and got up to the beer stand.

"Two Sierra's please," I asked.

"That'll be $16," the beertender said.

I took a sip off the top of both beers to decrease spillage and headed back down to our seats. Once I got there, I was careful to alert the couple sitting on the end that I was coming through. But sure enough, the guy on the isle of the row bumped me and I spilled beer on the guy in Row 6.

All right, this might not sound like something that I'd normally worry about, but I've known the guy I spilled beer on for 5+ years. Or at least I've known him as a fellow season ticket holder. He never really liked me, and I don't think this incident helped our friendship.

Looks like I have some CSNR (Charter Seat Neighbor Relations) to do the next few games.

Aye...