I have to admit--a fan disconcerted me the other night. He didn't like a call at 1B. A$$hole is in the bleachers about 5-10 feet away from my A slot. Gave me an earful--that went on for next 5-6 plays. As I move out to "C," I see him standing up, giving me the middle digit and pointing at me.
I considered some options: a) scratching my temple with my own finger; b) adjusting my privates; c) showing him my (svelte) derriere as I bent over to pick up an unseen rock.
I ignored the guy; he kept up with the one-gun salute.
This was a LL game (girls, no less) and I thought about running the guy out, suspending the game until the guy left. No cops, no security, but Park Rangers on call. Close game, extra innings, getting dark, District Final.
I sucked it up.
Okay, gang. Did I wuss out or do the right thing?
Ace
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