Jack Nicholson was at the Yankee game last week. JRoam and I were going to go down and say hi, except that Jack was sitting inside the moat.* Saying hi would have therefore compromised our status as members of the great unwashed, whose beliefs in democracy and the absence of class in America preclude taking seats across the great divide.
That and the fact that we would have been tossed. (Security: "Yeah, you guys look like you know Jack. Go tell it to one of the people with the signs.")
This provoked a philosophical question, to wit: if someone offered you free season passes inside the moat, would you take them?
My position: You have to. Free seats are free seats, no matter where they are. You can always get new principles . . . or soothe the old ones with soft serve ice cream and sprinkles, the new must-eat food at the ballpark.
* Inside the moat = the exclusive season ticket holders area, reserved for the hoity-toity with money to burn, or with bankers spending bailout money. The lowest ticket price is something like 20 times the (already ridiculous) prices on the second level. And forget about where we sit.
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