Holy shit, I just found a minor league baseball park with it's own tiki bar. It's in Clearwater, FL near Tampa/St. Pete.

Undoubtedly, the signature feature at Bright House Field is the 50-foot long tiki bar that beckons fans to left field. Officially dubbed the Frenchy's Tiki Pavilion, it’s a full service bar with enough room to seat 75 fans and has an additional five tiers of barstool seating descending between it and the outfield wall that can accommodate approximately 175. Prior to 2009, the tiki’s terrace was available on a first-come, first-serve basis, but it now requires a ticket. The nearby three sections of tiered picnic table terrace seating have always required the purchase of a ticket from the box office.

Before or after the game, the tiki bar is the place to be. Its seats start filling up shortly after the ballpark’s gates open – 2½ hours before first pitch – and the party continues there well after the game, when live music frequently accompanies the free flow of alcohol that is consumed until closing time, which varies as the bar stays open until the crowd starts to dwindle. That’s generally between 1-2 hours after the last out, with the good times rolling the longest on the weekends.

Holy shit, I just found a minor league baseball park with it's own tiki bar.

Add a hair salon and Hec would never leave.

Add a hair salon and Hec would never leave.

You'd also need a deli serving muffaletas.

Add a hair salon and Hec would never leave.

They'd have to have a punk rock night at the park pretty often.

As long as the tiki bar and hair salon did not have any cats.

You'd also need a deli serving muffaletas.

Man, I barely get that in San Francisco.

I mean, I can get a decent muffaleta but the bread's not right.

As long as the tiki bar and hair salon did not have any cats.

Cats are not a common feature in tiki bars as the indoor monsoon feature and the faux lava flow volcano tend to make them jumpy. Far better to sit in the sunny window of a bookstore.

Ooh, I have just discovered TeeFury, which sells one shirt a day for $9 + $2 shipping. Sadly, I have already missed out on Spacebook and Unicornasaurus.

And Yoda the Grouch. And Sitar Hero! Man. So many cool shirts I desire that I cannot have.

I mean, I can get a decent muffaleta but the bread's not right.

There's a place in San Jose that flies in Leidenheimer bread.

Frozen cookies can hurt, dude. And also very distract-y.

A Trefoil could make an awesome shirikin.