Ah, there aren’t too many indulgences in life better than washing back a nice hunk of mystery meat on a bun with a tall cold one at a ball game. Shout to this kid for getting into the act at a young age. Why wait until you’re at the age where you can grab one at a game with a fake ID when you can sneak a few sips of your dad’s pounder while he’s busy trying to hit on the chicks next to you? Seems like a way better option, if you ask me.

P.S. – If my dad ever caught me doing this when I was a kid I’m pretty sure he would’ve kicked my ass on the spot. Even if it was only a bitchass Coors Light.