I’m at a (very) minor-league baseball game, and a player just got hit by a pitch for the second time. He walked toward the mound. Both teams followed. Someone pulled him back. It was tense.
The guy in the sound booth, who apparently has a sense of humor, started playing “War” by Edwin Starr.
This is the lowest-end baseball I have ever attended. The ball field is in a city park. When someone hits a home run, they pass a hat to tip the player. I love it so much