You shoulda seen some of my Daddy's Catholic beer league softball games up north back in the day. Where beer league not only meant they kept the keg on church property but in the dugout itself and guys would have a splash of brew between innings.
That's northerners for you. Down here in the south we put a keg at each base.
Seriously though I have got to ask, WTF do pickles have to with pizza. Also I almost threw on the leather chaps in excitement over the possibility of a gay bar.