I was at a Mets game in Ireland as they played the Phillies and instead of the relatively easily-to-jump outfield wall, this stadium was bordered by what had to be a 50 or 60 foot rock wall.
So instead of leaping up and snagging homers as they just past the wall, the outfielders had to climb up the rock wall and make their highlight reel-worthy catches from up there.
Luckily for the Mets, though, the frequently hit homers spent a few minutes up in the air and the athletic outfielders had ample time to climb the rock wall... of course, a few brave Mets fell to their deaths but I figured they were making millions of dollars while they were alive so I didn't feel too bad.
My date to the ballgame (whom I didn't recognize... but was very hot) came back from the concession stand with the brochure to a Honda Civic looking car, two Gatorades and a pair of preserved baby alligator heads.
Weird.
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