I was at the game (along with 100,000 others, right?). Being Jewish, my family had nothing in particular planned for that day, so my dad suggested we go to the game. I was 11, my brother was 8. I never like to leave games early, but for some reason, down 4-1 late, I wanted to go home. My dad said, "If we go home and the Brewers come back to win, I'm locking you in the bathroom the rest of the day." Of course, we stayed, the Brewers won, we got beer thrown on us in the excitement, and I was free to roam the house the rest of the day.