Most memorable urinals

I’ll go first.

It was at the long-gone Crosley Field in Cincinnati, back in the mid-1960s. I was about 10.

There were these long, rusting, no-nonsense troughs. Nothing like what you would experience at a modern stadium.

The crush of beer-releasing male humanity, dreary sweatshop lighting and swampy condition of the floor added to the ambiance.

I doubt if that steamy men’s room had been updated since the Reds hosted a few games in the “Black Sox” World Series of 1919.

OK, your turn.