When you walked into Charlie Quinn's Deep Right Field Cafe, the small tavern across 20th Street from Connie Mack Stadium, the scent of history and spilled beer smacked you in the face.
Its floor was coated with sawdust, its walls adorned with sepia-toned photos of old ballplayers clutching impossibly tiny gloves or big, unwieldy bats. The kitchen served passable soup and much-too-thin-for-Philly sandwiches. The bar itself was shiny mahogany with a brass footrest.
In 2018, teams and the companies that own them have perfected the art of siphoning cash from fans before and after games. Take the hedonistic Xfinity Live complex.