Cobber cannot hold the lead/stung by the long ball and getting kicked out of your seats

Strawberry strongly urged me to go with her brother to the game. I was hesitant about it but I went anyway. He taught me the art of sneaking behind home plate. I ordered us 5$ beers and let the playing begin.

Alex Cobb took to the mound against Mike Fiers. A total mystery but apparently solid. Up in the booth for the Astros play by play, Tod Kalas. Bummed. Top of the first. Dickerson hits a bomb. 1-0 Rays. Top 2nd. Carlos Beltran hits a bomb. 1-1. Bottom 2nd. Lomo answers with a bomb. 2-1 TB. Typical AL baseball right here. Bottom 3rd. While talking smack against Longo he slams one right near his restaurant Ducky's out in center field. They have a descent chicken sandwich. 3-1 TB. Top 4. Brian McCann and Yuli Gurriel bring in the tying runs. 3-3. Cobb labored but picked off Altuve twice Quick dance moves sucka. Top 7. George Springer hits a forced grounder to Longo and brings in the go ahead run. Somewhere in the game he made a couple of great catches in center. His counter part, Kevin Kiermaier did the same in the 2nd or 3rd and then disappeared from the game around the 6th or 7th. (forgot because of the booze). Top 9, Josh Reddick hits a sac fly out to center putting Houston ahead 6-3. Cobber finished his evening with 6.0 IP 9 H 4 R 4 ER 1 BB 7 K 1 HR. Not too bad just our offense couldn't muster anything more off a very good Astros pen. Jumbo Diaz pitched 2.0 innings and gave up one walk. Good things. Danny Farq looks like he's running out of gas and gave up another run.

I got pissed off and started embarassing myself by screaming and yelling words in the English language that seemed unfathomable to most and more importantly...to myself.
Alcohol does mysterious things.
"Sir, can we see your tickets?" the usher asked.
"I paid 7.11$ to get into this shitty stadium, so yes. I am poor,"
The guy looked on in horror.
"Yes but sir," he began.
"No we'll move with all of the other peasants, I know more than all of these people about Rays Baseball but I'll move!"
The pulse was pulsing.
Some clown in a Cubs jersey looked on mystified by my actions.
"GO KRIS BRYANT BRO!"
God I hate St. Pete.