Fallen Soldier #2. In case you don’t know, my least favorite thing about baseball games at Dodger Stadium are beach balls. “Why are they all booing?” I wonder, “Orlando Hudson is coming to bat.” I look over and see a beach ball floating over the edge of the top deck and everyone is booing a DODGER FAN for letting it go over. Obnoxious. All I am saying is if you want to play with a beach ball, go to the beach. So last night I’m watching the Dodgers bullpen blow our 5 run lead and everyone in my section is cheering for a beach ball because it was saved from floating down to reserve level.  It was too bad for them that two hits back into the crowd later the ball floated into my hands. I caught it, took out my keys, and POP! Hisssssss. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!.  I’m being told to leave by people who I thought were baseball fans. Nobody is watching as we give up ANOTHER run to the Nationals, they are too busy booing me. A guy stands up 8 rows in front of me and screams “He doesn’t like FUN!” To which I yell back “I like Baseball!” Another guy points to a crying 3 or 4 year old girl and says “Look what you did!” It could have been me, it could have been that it’s 10pm and this girls bedtime was an hour ago, it could have been both. Oh well. I don’t mind being the bad guy. Watch the game, and keep your beachballs away from the guy in the back row of Section 5. He’s a dick.

Fallen Soldier #2. In case you don’t know, my least favorite thing about baseball games at Dodger Stadium are beach balls. “Why are they all booing?” I wonder, “Orlando Hudson is coming to bat.” I look over and see a beach ball floating over the edge of the top deck and everyone is booing a DODGER FAN for letting it go over. Obnoxious. All I am saying is if you want to play with a beach ball, go to the beach. So last night I’m watching the Dodgers bullpen blow our 5 run lead and everyone in my section is cheering for a beach ball because it was saved from floating down to reserve level. It was too bad for them that two hits back into the crowd later the ball floated into my hands. I caught it, took out my keys, and POP! Hisssssss. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!. I’m being told to leave by people who I thought were baseball fans. Nobody is watching as we give up ANOTHER run to the Nationals, they are too busy booing me. A guy stands up 8 rows in front of me and screams “He doesn’t like FUN!” To which I yell back “I like Baseball!” Another guy points to a crying 3 or 4 year old girl and says “Look what you did!” It could have been me, it could have been that it’s 10pm and this girls bedtime was an hour ago, it could have been both. Oh well. I don’t mind being the bad guy. Watch the game, and keep your beachballs away from the guy in the back row of Section 5. He’s a dick.

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