100 Level - right behind the Jays bullpen.
It might just have been my perception (and the generally pissed off mood I'm in), but the seats felt really tight. I felt like the c*nt who ate 12 hot dogs, 2 smash burgers, 15 beers and smelt like an ashtray was sitting in my lap. The drunk wh*re behind me must have dropped 25 F bombs right into my sons ear before apologizing every single time. Some random young kids joined her and her BF/Husband/Friend? late in the game and she's openly talking about wanting to f*ck the 22 year old (she's mid 40's).
And no cup holder there either.
It was a truly awful experience. My son asked to leave in the 6th inning.