The lurid spectacle that is Dollar Dog Night started, both inauspiciously and entirely appropriately, with a half-hour rain delay that set the tone for the remainder of the evening. In a way, the bargain-priced tubes packed with salt and fat and portions of the hog that don’t usually see the light of a supermarket case were a good metaphor for the evening’s entertainment: Of a fixed length, filled with unpleasantness for anyone who cared to examine too closely, and not resembling competent Major League Baseball in any way whatsoever.
The third-best thing that happened in the game happened in the bottom of the first inning, when the Pirates scored to take an early lead.