Please Sign My Little League Petition

I have a big problem with Little League Baseball. In the middle of the parking lot is a blue building, it’s called The Snack Bar. During one of the 800 two hour long baseball games this weekend, I merrily trotted over to The Snack Bar hoping to quench my thirst. “I’ll have a hot dog and a glass of Malbec please.” I told the gal at the counter. “Uh, I don’t think we have Mal-beck.” she answered. “Oh, okay then a glass of Merlot.” I said. Then she went to …