'Cause they speak a different language and it's never really happened to me

One of the things that has been pulling me away from the blog has been that I've been getting out more. I had a few opportunities to get took out to the ol' ballgame.

Between innings (while the folks at home are watching replays and beer ads, the park's speakers blast songs that generally seem calculated to keep the crowd in a bouncy, happy mood. Which is fine. The thing is that I went twice in a week and both times they played "Happy Hour" by The Housemartins.

I like that song. I don't think that they are really listening to the words. At least the words beyond the most obvious "It's happy hour again" and "What a good place to be," which are, in their slight defence, the most initially comprehensible lines of the song.

But here's some more:

Where they open all their wallets
And they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink
And then we ask all the questions
And you take all your clothes off
And go back to the kitchen sink

and another bit:

It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And he tells me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees

One more line, just for fun:

I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them

Could there be anything in this song that might have something to do with baseball, I wonder:

Where you win or you lose
And its them who choose
And if you don't win then you've lost

Ah, good times!