The owners and the players were both wrong, but now baseball is back, as great as it ever was. Okay, so maybe the players never used to spray reporters with bleach or throw fireworks at fans or snort cocaine or have signing bonuses that could have bought the state of Montana, but hey, today's is a new baseball, and it's just as much fun. In all seriousness, nachos are our generation's contribution to ballpark fare and a fine contribution it is. Imagine not having nachos at a ballpark. It would be like going to the Science museum and not buying astronaut ice cream.
Nachos are a perfect example of why nothing is wrong with baseball.
The very essence of nachos makes a statement about adaptation. Baseball, being a game of all generations, was quick to welcome nachos as it had welcomed cotton candy and souvenir ballcaps before it. There was no discrimination involved in deciding whether or not to sell nachos. People wanted it and money could be made from it. Hot dogs and beer are not exactly great for the ticker either, but they taste good, and that's all that matters.