August weeknight baseball is the version die-hards actually love and nobody bothers to advertise. No pageantry, no markup, no crowd of people who came because somebody handed them seats — just two clubs that have spent years scrapping over the same stretch of the division and genuinely do not care for each other.
Texas always travels, so the visiting section will make itself heard, which gives a midweek series more juice than the standings suggest. Get behind the dugout, listen to the bench chirping, and watch the small stuff: the shift, the reliever warming up for a matchup three innings away, the manager deciding something with his hands in his pockets.
Anaheim in summer is one of the most comfortable ballparks in the country at that hour, and beating the traffic in is half the skill.
Bring the friend who says baseball is slow. Sit close enough that they can hear it happening.