I was kinda hoping this thread would fade, since I’m embarrassed about my misremembering of the rules (and once it was pointed out, I knew I knew it, too), but as a couple of people have commented on the epithet in the thread title, I feel I should say that if you’d seen the guy in the replay, with the round and glisteningly pink pucker of single-minded concentration protruding from the lower half of his face, you would have called him a fishface fuckhole too.
“round and glisteningly pink pucker” is so vivid it’s disgusting. I expect no less from you, though. 
Yes, because two different leauges playing each other is bad.
Wait a minute…it’s not bad at all.
But I agree with the OP. The fans should keep their slimy hands off a ball in play. What the fuck is urgency in getting to a ball? Do you think ANYONE is actually impreesed that you got a ball??? Grow up, fer chrissakes.
And do you think anyone is* impressed * with spelling abilites?
That’s it. I’m going home…
True story: In the late 50s, Richie Ashburn (the greatest defensive centerfielder of all time) hit a line drive into the stands, hitting Alice Roth in the face and breaking her nose. As they were carrying her off on a stretcher, the ump ordered play resumed. Again, Ashburn fouled the pitch off … hitting the same Mrs Roth as she was being carried from the stadium.
Mr. Ashburn visited Mrs. Roth in the hospital. They became freinds, her son was a Phillies batboy, and Mr. Ashburn sent her a christmas card every year for the rest of his life.
That wouldn’t have happened with a plexiglass barrier, either.
There’s a very deep lesson in there somewhere.
Yet more proof that Dodger fans are mentally deficient.
OK, I deserved that one.
But I’ll get you yet!
::shakes fist at computer::
Zito? He used to be like a good pitcher? Right?
No, he wasn’t. Yes, I know he had high range factors. He played in a big park behind an extrordinarily fly-ball-happy pitching staff. The notion that his high range factors mean he was the best defensive outfielder ever has been long discredited; that particular statistic was, in his case, to a great extent, simply an illusion of context.
He was awfully good, anyway.
Yes. Stay away from the ballpark when Ashburn is playing.
Both of my grandfathers died before I was born. Growing up in South Jersey in the 70s and 80s, I used to listen to the radio and hear Ashburn and Harry Kalas share old ballpark stories. He was wry, thoughtful, patient, wise and peppery, and I sometimes liked think that listening to Whitey was like hearing the grandpa I never had.
Don’t get empirical with my myths. 
Yeah, I hate it when people try to bring those horrible facts in when I’m reminising, too.
Case in point: My Granddaddy played minor league ball in the 20s and 30s. I remember him telling us he was traded up to the Indians for a game once. He never told us how he did.
Years later, I was relating this story to my little brother in my fraternity. LB was a huge baseball fan. He was one of those people who could tell you not only who won the the World Series in a given year, but by how many games, and what the scores of those game were. He looked up my Granddaddy as a favor for me. I still hold a grudge.
Cervaise, I don’t have occasion to swear much. On the rare occasions I do swear, folks that know me buy tickets out of town.
You are now my hero! That was the most original blue streak I’ve ever encountered, and I was raised in a family of sailors!
Are you coming to dinner when Swamp Bear is in town? I’d really like to shake your hand.
I read your post to my husband. He’s cleaning his monitor now. Coffee, ya’ know.
My uncle told me a few stories last summer at a picnic. My Grandfather was asked to try out for St. Louis. His fresh from Europe Mother said no way, that’s only a game you will get a job.
My Grandfather was a huge man, think of a latter day Babe Ruth. When my Dad was in High School he was on the baseball team. Grandpa was playing around as practice for my Dad to field balls. I guess he carried away and really crushed a ball taht hit my Dad in the head and dropped him like a stone, out cold. My Uncle says that’s the only time he can remember his Dad every getting emotional, when he thought he killed his kid.
Back on topic, as far as the idea of putting up plexiglass, that would suck ass. I saw a doubleheader years ago in Cleveland. A girl got hit in the face with a foul ball. I borrowed a pair of binoculars to see what all the commotion was, wow what a lot of blood. I’d still rather risk a ball a ball flying at my gob rather than look through glass.
Hey, I think we’ve found a way to make the Aisle 30, Row FF at Dodgers’ Stadium even worse. Put up plexiglass.
It just happened again to a ball hit by Yorvit Torrealba. Thankfully the fans are booing the crap out of him.
And now they’re cheering his removal.
Dumb shithead.
The problem with putting up glass is that pretty much every major league ballpark would require millions of dollars in renovations, and you’d introduce a variety of other safety problems anyway. Ever seen the glass shatter at a hockey game? You’d have guys running into it because they didn’t see it and breaking their hands reaching for balls… bleah. Terrible idea.