All this talk about icecream reminds me of one of the funnier things I overheard at a game one time. In one of my rare adventures to the lower decks I overheard someone who most often sat in the Diamond Club seats complaining that the ushers wouldn't bring icecream to him like they would everything else. He had to sojourn among the masses to buy icecream from a vender. To me it was obvious why they wouldn't bring him icecream in 90 degree weather, but I guess what he really wanted was a slave to bring him sugar milk in a cone.