One of my favorite baseball memories involves Jose... GF took me with her to Boston on a work trip, stayed at whatever that ancient hotel is by the commons that has Legal Seafood on the ground floor...
They also have a ticket booth there, basically a brick-and-mortar scalper... The Canseco-McGuire A's were in town, so we decided to go. Stopped off at said ticket booth, asked what they had, threw me a ridiculous number, and I said, "Is that face price???" Arsehole Bastin dude says, "Where you from that you pay face price- - -No- - - Where you from in TEXAS that you pay face price???"
I tell him, the part of Texas where we don't overpay for tickets, and he might try some olive oil to make them go down easier when he eats them.
We get on the train, get off at whatever the stop is, and within a block of walking to Fenway, I had bought great seats, just under the overhang above first base, for guess what, face price.
Fenway is an absolute cathedral. I got chills walking in. Still do, just thinking about it.
Every time Canseco comes up to bat, he's got 50 thousand Bostonians chanting, "HO-Zay.... HO-Zay... YOU! SUCK!!!"
First two times at bat, it gets to him. He strikes out, gets hooted off the field. Comes up in either the 8th or 9th, Sox leading, and yoinks one over the Green Monster for what winds up being the margin of victory. Never cared for the guy, but that was epic.