What made us cynical about the Indians? The $19 bleacher seat? The Pepsi Home Run Porch? Mark Shapiros fondness for words like incentivized? Parts of Jacobs Field have all the spontaneity of a nursing-home lunch, which is why the untamed cries of vendor Leslie Flake, popping tops at the Jake since it opened in 1994, are to be cherished. His gnarly refrain -- Hey, beer guy. Cold beer here. The beer guuuuyyy -- sounds like hell burping or a Beastie Boys sample. Mix in a geriatric usher to chase fans from the box seats, and youd swear you were back at the old stadium. Pass one down the aisle!
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