(PS: Matt has a celebrity lookalike)
..and Ben "Zorilla" Zobrist (my favorite player) swingin' the lumber.
And then there's That Guy.
During this game, Marlins all star shortstop Hanley Ramirez lost the grip on his bat and almost killed me with it. It landed one row right in front of me. Here it is, in the hands of the guy who "caught" it.
At every game, there's always some bozo you'd like to see hit in the head with a hot dog thrown by somebody in the crowd. Well, I would. Just to see a slippery, rubbery tube of potted meat product sailing through the air and landing with a nice, moist *SLAP!* right above the ear of some boob who has it comin'. It wouldn't hurt him, I don't mean actual physical harm, it would just embarrass him, piss him off and make everybody else laugh. Well, I would. I'm talking about some guy in a wife beater with moused up hair, a couple of ear rings, pants half way down his ass, trying to start a "Let's Go Marlins" chant while the Rays are at bat, behind by three runs in the bottom of the ninth inning. Yeah, him.

After about the 4th inning of a spring training game, the starters are taken out and replaced by guys wearing numbers in the 60s and 70s who probably won't make the big league team. At that point, one's attention wanders to activities taking place in the stands...

Somebody rockin' the mullet...
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