If you’re up for a bit of Americana past and don’t mind that it’s baseball, check out the Rockland County Boulders, playing in their new-car-smell, state-of-the-art minor league baseball stadium just built in Pomona. It’s an evening of laid back fun, pretty good ball and if you’re lucky, dollar hot dogs.

We went on a Monday night, arriving as the gates opened. It was dollar dog night and we were primed for raunchy hot dogs piled high with kraut, chili, mustard, ketchup, relish, onions and we weren’t disappointed. The hot dogs were raunchy, better ones to be had for $3.75 at the Hot Dog World stand, but dammit, it’s hotdog night.

After settling in with a dog and a beer, my wife’s hamburger and fries (always the contrarian) turned out to be cold. Likewise the bun was cold. It had just made it out of the freezer to appear on our one-hour to game time plate. Even if we’re a bit early, this could not do. We complained, and minutes later, a blue-clad staffer appeared at our seats with a new platter of piping hot fries and a very hot hamburger, and two giant cups of whatever soda we wanted for a buck. They may have growing pains but at least they’re trying.

Ah, game time. Despite a spattering rainfall that kept the tarpaulin crew guessing when to pull the cover off the infield, “Play Ball” was shouted at precisely 7:05 and baseball ensued. A word of caution: never take British people to American baseball. You spend all your time trying to explain “tagging up,” “balls and strikes,” and never mind defining a balk. You get questions like, “How many innings do you have to get to win?” And “What are they talking about with the bowler?”

At one point, my lovely wife Vanessa commented, “It would be OK if we weren’t so far behind.” We were five runs up. She was cheering for the wrong team.

Here’s a tip. If you plan on attending a sporting event with a Brit, take ‘em to golf.