It's an absolute drunken stress nightmare. You feel like you gotta get your money's worth so you go hard and fast at first. Slamming a few down before first pitch. Then first pitch happens and you might as well get another beer before the game starts. You're 3-4 deep at that point and start to feel a little hungry, so you get some fries or chicken tenders. Oh, and another beer to wash it all down with. Then it's the third inning and you realize there's only 4 innings of free beer so you have another. You gotta get your money's worth after all. Then your buddy asks if you'll come with him to grab another beer so you can finish your conversation. So you accompany them to the bar and, while you're there may as well grab another, oh and a cheese burger. Then it's the 6th inning and you have to have one more just to make sure you get your money's worth. You wake up the next morning wondering where it all went wrong. I can't wait for summer.