A sunny cool day yesterday meant a perfect day to get down to the ballpark (for some reason only 10,000 people showed up). To top off the perfect weather, the game was neck and neck until
the Reds blew it open in the bottom of the seventh.
And yes, the Reds are first in our division now.
I love sports and I love the Reds, but something keeps getting me down at the games: Our fans are complete assholes.
Milwaukee centerfielder Bill Hall suffered the worst of it last night. One drunken, pot-bellied man in right center field couldn't control himself being in earshot Hall. He continued to harass Hall (who made a few mistakes in the field but pummeled the ball at the plate) until the last out. Every stinging comment was a huge victory in what was obviously a very small life.
That wasn't the worst of it, though.
Ken Griffey Jr., our own superstar, got an earful throughout the game from "Reds faithful" in right field. "Why didn't you dive for it Griffey?" "Ryan Freel would have dove for that!" "You're overpaid!" Nothing better than a group of might-be little league coaches harassing a 10 time Gold Glove winner about his fielding decisions. It only sweetens the hypocrisy that these are the same fans who get on Griffey for hurting himself too frequently (diving for balls and jumping into walls, of course).
Fans need to clean up their act here in the Nati. And if you're thinking about taking kids to the game, make sure you explain that the people on the field are winners and the people heckling them are losers. That way the kids will grow up emulating the successful people and not the small ones.
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