I had a grand ol' time at the Yankees-Twins game last night. A fat drunken mammal (species unclear) picked up his cell phone and started hysterically sobbing in front of us. My friends and I gave each other a few WTF? looks. Then, in a New York Minute, this dude blindly swings his sweaty drumstick of an arm towards your faithful writer's head. I parried the blow and it just grazed my noggin. Then the mammal starts yelling "What you laughin at?" while backing away from the large man he just grazed. His friends took him down the stairs, where he proceeded to yell at other fans and pick a few more fights (the entire stadium security staff must have had a well-deserved day off). He left to a chorus of boos.
Question of the day: who would I rather have a few quality one-on-one minutes with, this hippo Yankee fan or the slimeball who recently flashed my girlfriend on the subway? All kinds of critters come out of the woodworks in this fine city.
1 comment:
couldn't have been a real yankees fan...if he had been you would have been knocked out
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