I do remember one thing. The game turned, I think it was in the third inning, when a Diamondback crushed one right at us. As Yankees rightfielder David Justice gave chase, some members of our party, having already conducted extensive sampling of their product, decided to help Justice by screaming at him to watch out for the wall and leaning over it, arms outstretched—to protect him, of course. The ball just missed their hands, clanked off Justice's glove and rolled around on the dirt, allowing two Arizona players to move into scoring position.
"I think we freaked him out!" yelped distributor-type Ian Yonushonis, who expressed no regret for his tactics. "Like they wouldn't do that at Yankee Stadium?" They most certainly would not have done that at Yankee Stadium. At Yankee Stadium they would've caught the ball.
Anyway, the only lousy part of the evening was when the lifeguard wouldn't let me float my beer in the pool. It's against the rules. I may file a union grievance.