I like spotting minor celebrities at Dodger games that the broadcast doesn't pick up on. I also like watching Mister and Missus Met in home games pass by the tunnel as they cross over from the first-base side to the third-base side, happy as can be while moving from job to job.
Mister usually just passes, but Missus tends to have a different sense of her professional responsibility, and knowing she is on TV, usually mugs for the camera for a second before moving on.
In a season like this, the seats behind home plate tend to be occupied by less privileged classes as the season progresses, with corporate reserved seats passed down to less valued employees, and so you can kind of bond through the screen as more relatable types get a taste of the high life for a night.