citizen's duty

Today was a day out at the old ballgame. Through a little luck and the pocket friendly Bellsouth salesman, a coworker and I were able to secure some seats in the upper level as the Brave's took on, and got pummeled by, the Rockies. More importantly, though, I performed my obligatory baseball ritual consuming a hotdog, a bag of peanuts and several “ice cole beeahs.” All at a price comparable to Atlanta's finest dining. But, since I'm not the biggest baseball fan and care only to see America's laziest pastime but once a year, I will just write it off as my citizen's duty.