True confession. Shea Stadium, ca. 1980 at a Jets game. Our seats are in the endzone in front of the giant scoreboard. There are no concession stands near the temporary seats but there are beer vendors who come through the stands. Me, I'm six and whining about being thirsty. My Dad, fed up with the whining and having no other options, gives me a sip of his Budweiser. It's gross but it stopped me from whining. Knowing now what it's like to be the father of a whiny child, I don't judge my Dad. Thank God there were no cell phone cameras back then.