My dad and I have been going to Marlins games forever. Some of my first memories are of sitting in the hot box that was Pro Player Stadium and watching the Marlins with my family. For me, it’s a tradition as old as time.
One of the things that has always been a part of that experience for my dad and I is ripping open a bag of peanuts and showing the world how it’s done. The pile of shells the Budowsky boys can leave behind is a sight to behold.
Even today, peanuts and the Marlins go hand in hand, but now it has taken on a whole new meaning.