When baseball fans attack

I dont know how it started, but it was most likely fueled by the sweet mistress named Booze. I also dont know what I would do if I were around such a situation. Probably sit back and laugh an evil, maniacal, stone cold sober laugh. In any event, this would take away from my enjoyment of the national pastime.

Contrary to popular belief, not everyone goes to the ball yard to get hammered. There are still some of us who go because we enjoy everything that a summer night Baseball game can offer. Dont get me wrong. I dont care that you do go to the park to get schnockered. For me, that is why God created taverns, but for some, it is an reason to get loaded. I dont mind it, in fact, I probably will laugh at you when you cant walk out of the stadium. No worries. But when something like the above happens, and impedes on my enjoyment, than it gets ruined. Then I feel like I wasted my money to come out, and would have rather watched from the comfort of my couch.

Anyway, next time, lets try to be big boys. Try not to be like these guys. I especially like the high five at the end.