Keep me in mind for the trip next year Kev.
Least favourite MiLB game I've seen was in Vegas. It turned into a humid night...said it was 87 degrees in the boxscore, but felt close to 100. My wife hates baseball, so when she's sitting beside me I can feel the "I can't wait till we leave" feeling emanating from her. And some bird behind us who sounded exactly like Cletus Spuckler from the Simpsons kept yelling before every pitch "come on Brett, fire the damn ball".......every pitch, even when Cecil was out of the game, it was still Brett.