Last week, Jay (shown) and I joined my father-in-law and sister-in-law for a Rockies game. (Our team even won!)
We truly enjoyed the experience, because we don't get to go very often. If we were season ticket holders, the thrill might be lessened.
It was a perfect evening. We brought along jackets, but we didn't need them. In my childhood, seeing the Washington Senators or the Boston Redsox meant being surrounded by a cloud of tobacco smoke and old men (who were probably were younger than I am now) swearing at the refs. Both were absent from our evening, thankfully. Tobacco smoke is banished to outer regions beyond where most fans venture. The old men around me were quite mellow.