The ballpark was packed. I could hear the roar of the crowd. The excitement and electricity coursing through the stadium was palpable.
Except I wasn’t inside the stadium. I was standing outside with my girlfriend Kim, and we were standing outside for a reason: We didn’t have tickets to the game, and it was sold out.
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