Back in the day when we were punks growing up in the late sixties times were simpler. Vietnam, race riots, hippies, assassinations. Gone is the color and festival like atmosphere of an innocent age.
We could count on only a few things. In the Spring and Summer a bunch of us could hop on the train downtown, sneak into Cleveland Stadium after a few innings, pick our own seats and enjoy a hot dog or two with a bag of peanuts and a couple of Cokes. We could do this all with a ten-dollar bill and come home with change in our pocket. And we could count on the Indians losing.
Times have changed since then. It’s April 1 now and the Tribe is undefeated and while the Cubbies dropped their opening game, I’m still not backing off from my yearly prediction of an Indians-Cubs World Series this fall. That’s why they call me the Swami.
But hot dogs sure have changed since then. A fat guy or an old-timer hauling around a stainless steamer full of hot dogs, a steamed bun, mustard and a napkin. All for a buck and a quarter.
Now a days go to the ballpark and don’t leave home without your American Express card. In fact, bring along the family and it will set you back two or three hundred bucks with no guarantee your team is going to win.
I’ve surveyed a few ballparks around the country as we settle in to opening week of the hot stove season, and the Swami has found a few hot dog creations that cost more than a porterhouse steak at the Sizzler. Check out the list for some examples and Go Tribe!