Thursday, August 2, 2007

Day 162 - 08/01/2007

I went to the Nats game tonight with Charlie and a couple of his soccer buddies. It was a pretty good time all around, but the best part of it (other than the great seats!) was the heckling tossed towards David Ross (the Reds catcher). I was just a matter of chance that he happened to be up when Chris (one of Charlie's buddies) decided he'd start the razzing. Of course, being 14 rows from the field, it wasn't that hard to make yourself heard.

"Hey Ross, think you'll get a hit?"

"Hey Ross, what's it like hitting .208?"

"Hey Ross, ..."

With that, Ross, turned around and gave us the bird.

Yes, you read that right. He flipped the bird in our general direction.

He didn't pull a Michael Vick for all the world to see, though. No, he was subtle. He scratched his eye with his middle finger, but we were all too aware of what his real intentions were. We (along with a bunch of other folks in our section) decided at that point to lay it on thick. No way was he going to get away with what he just did.

After he hit into an infield ground out, we stood and clapped at his performance. On his way back to the dugout, he grabbed his crotch in a gesture that on television would've been mistaken for a cup adjustment, but at the game, with him looking right at us, there was no mistaking the ill-wishes he was tossing in our general direction.

The section was abuzz with what we all just witnessed. None of us had ever witnessed something like this and we were both taken aback, yet also intrigued as to how far we could take this. As it turned out, we couldn't take it much farther. He appeared briefly in the top of the 9th in the on-deck circle before being replaced with a pinch hitter. Apparently the skipper thought his .208 average wasn't enough to help them dig out of the deficit they were in.

No matter, the Reds couldn't pull it out and, in the end, the Nats won 7-2

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