Just got home from the park. Eight innings of woo-free baseball. Then Donald Klutz got in on his one-man derp show and was like a signal for people in the stands to start howling like idiots. FML.
If you look back at some of my other post-ballpark reactions, you'll see that I normally leave the stadium thinking to myself that I just spent three hours sitting in front of and listening to the dumbest motherfucker on the planet, and today was no exception. I don't know how the bar keeps getting lowered, but it does. Here are some gems from today's genius. Keep in mind as you read this that this is an adult male that is from this country:
ON KEEPING SCORE... He kept referring to runs as "points". He sat there and watched the entire second inning and then said to his friends, "I have no idea how the other team got three points - I only saw one man get on base."
ON STATISTICS... He later momentarily came around to the idea that the Rockies three "points" were legit once he realized that they had achieved four hits... and then immediately talked himself out of that. According to him "H" must not stand for "hits" since the other team hit the ball more than four times, even if you don't count the ones that went foul.
ON STRATEGY... "Why are they walking this guy (Izturis, to get to Bailey)? He must be a pretty good hitter - they don't want to face him.
ON BROKEN BATS... "Does that play count since his bat broke, or does he get a do-over?"
ON DIVERSIONS FOR SIMPLE-MINDED PEOPLE... He let out an enthusiastic "YESSSSSS!" when the wave finally made it all the way around the stadium.
Why do I always get stuck next to these self-parodying fans with the baseball IQ of a four year-old? Is the universe punishing me for making fun of Dusty Baker by surrounding me with people even dumber than he is? I thought watching this lousy fucking baseball team was punishment enough.