It was a four-wheeled celebration that arrived at the field, usually in the middle innings, and it sat there for the rest of the game, playing its creepy-happy little ice-cream-truck song, taunting you.
Maybe here is something both lovers and despisers of Apple (and I, full disclosure, am in the former camp) can agree on: There really is something admirable, enviable, but also almost creepy in the passions the company and its products inspire.