Last night we took the Sentry interns (well, some of them) to see the Marlins play the Atlanta Braves. Marlins tickets can always be had for relatively cheap right up to the game starting, and even though many complain about sharing the stadium with the Dolphins, I think the upper deck seats behind home plate give you a pretty incredible view. This was our second Intern Excursion of the summer, the first being a deep sea fishing trip chartered and captained by Sentry’s own Keith Collins, and since most of our interns are from the Midwest, this usually fits into the “can’t get it back home” category.The last Marlins game The Wife and I attended this season was Halladay’s perfect game on Memorial Day weekend. Yesterday’s game saw the Marlins ahead by a comfortable margin of 5-2 until the eighth inning when the Braves ignited for eight straight runs. Not as good as a perfect game, but definitely something I hadn’t seen before. I also experienced something else I hadn’t seen before: being asked by a woman in front of me to keep the conversation related to baseball. No, we weren’t using any language, no we weren’t talking about any offensive topic, no we weren’t being loud, we kind of were just minding our own business. I’m as annoyed as anyone and often turn around to tell people to be quiet when people are loud in a theater or some other venue, but at a sporting event? I had people kicking my chair, yelling, spilling stuff on me, and that’s just part of the fun. Oh well. My seatmate immediately announced “if we stop talking the terrorists win” and we commenced on a game of seeing just how well we could relate every single comment back to baseball. A couple times I caught a bit of a grin from the lady’s husband who had somehow imported around eight Publix subs, a pound bag of peanuts, and other miscellaneous snacks without being intercepted at the gate.The third thing I’d never seen before was a post-game concert by Diddy, formerly Puff Daddy, formerly P. Diddy. Every Saturday night game the Marlins provide post-game fireworks and a concert by some no-name (usually from Latin America) washed up musician. It’s rarely in English. Somehow, Diddy’s agent answered the Nigerian email scam like invitation from the Marlins and agreed to “heat it up in Miami”. The Marlin’s in-game deejay could barely contain himself as he reeled off accomplishment after accomplishment and asked us repeatedly to “do better than that” for Diddy. Did we ever. DJ Vertigo was very pleased with our performance, and as the music kicked off, the rapping started ricocheting across the stadium into a sludge of “uhhs” and other unintelligible syllables. We left along with the would-be censor shortly after.Three things I’d never seen before on a hot night in Miami. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday night.