If you're going to shamelessly obstruct my view, you better be a Hooter's babe wearing a bikini.BE THERE OR BEWARE
If you can’t manage to show up early, you need to be in the vicinity of on time. This isn’t the friggin prom. You get no credit for showing up fashionably late (yes, this includes you L.A.) Being late happens. People get pulled over on the way to the park, caught in traffic, stuck at work, whatever. But if your intentional strategy was to get to the game casually tardy, you’re an idiot. And you’re the idiot that inevitably ends up standing in front of me; trying to transplant an aisle full of people the moment Albert Pujols hits a grand slam. That’s all right Douchebag; I’ll just catch that magical moment on Sportscenter later. Thanks.
Having said that, if you deliberately show up late, you’re probably the same moron who’s going to leave in the 6th inning. Granted, even the most seasoned fans have been known to slip out early when the score is hopelessly lopsided. (Just don’t whine if you miss the biggest comeback in baseball history.) My issue is with those dicks that exit in the midst of a tie game in the 8th inning. How about hanging out to support your team? You’d better have a date with Beyonce and her hotter twin if you need to get on the road that badly. If you’re just leaving early to beat traffic, again, you’re an idiot. A guaranteed way to beat traffic is to park your dumb ass at home.
Now, if you do insist on being “that guy” who has to show up late or leave the ga
me early, go between innings. At the minimum, wait for a break in the action – like between at bats, during a pitching change, whatever. Don’t stand and form a human wall between the loyal fans behind you and the action. And don’t casually pause in front of me to kiss hello and goodbye for 20 minutes. Pick a considerate time. Get to your seat or the F out of the stadium. Then hang out in the parking lot and passionately kiss each other on the ass, for all I care.props to Sharp for the contribution
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