One time at an Orioles game I had the misfortune of sitting next to some jerkoff who got up and went down to the concourse every five freaking minutes, then proceeded to spill a beer all over my pants. Luckily it was 90 degrees, so I was already rather wet from perspiration.
Was at a college volleyball game once, and was in the row in front of the most annoying person ever. You may think this is not as bad as sitting next to them, but you would be wrong. See, this was “The Clapper”. His way of “supporting” the team was rhythmic slapping of his palms together at roughly the speed of sound. Not fast enough to be mistaken for actual applause though. This deafening sound was louder than most rock concerts, but the source was mere inches from my head. I officially learned, at that event, what the proper way to torture information out of someone was.
You should’ve clapped the guy on the head.
Your name ain’t SmackFu for nothing!
Maybe not “annoying”, but “unbelievably stupid and ignorant”:
Early in one season, I was at an Angels-White Sox game, and I went to get something to eat. When I get back to my seat, my two friends were giggling like schoolgirls. I ask what the hell happened.
Seems that some “really knowledgable baseball fan” :rolleyes: was trying to impress his girlfriend with his vast knowledge of the sport, and was loudly complaining about a certain managerial decision to pitch around a certain batter.
“Why are we walking this guy? He’s only hitting .260!”
It was Frank Thomas. Who had been the MVP within the last three years. Half of the people in the three rows surrounding him were laughing at him.
Any of you baseball fans have the 1986 Bill James Baseball Abstract? James describes the worst fan he’d ever encountered: “The stereotypical southern belle, the type of woman who, whenever she appeared in a Tennesee Williams play, you wanted to rush onstage and strangle, just to speed up the plot.” 
I didn’t sit next to her, but she annoyed untold thousands-
(including me)
In the Mid 1980’s there was this woman who sat behind home plate at Shea Stadium. Whenever the opposing team was on the field, she used to twirl her arms (similiar to the “travel” call by a basketball referee) to, I guess in her mind, distract the pitcher. The only thing she distracted was all the fans watching the game at home. She was especially awful during the post-season games.
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I REMEMBER THAT DUMB BITCH! Oh lord, I wanted to smack her. Very hard. Should I still be angry about this? I am. Jesus, that lady was annoying.
At a Royals-Yankees game two years ago (in KC) a friend and myself are sitting out in right field GA. We’re sitting in about the middle, but there aren’t a lot of people there. These two other guys that were Royals fans are sitting a couple rows in front. These bozos decide to start heckling Paul O’Neill (the Yanks RF) some guy says something about, “I doubt he cares what you think.” The heckler turns around and says, “Nice mustache (the guy he was talking to had a mustache), too bad they went out of style at the end of Omar Moreno’s contract.” Then the two hecklers go down a couple more rows. My friend and I followed, and sat a couple rows behind them to see what they kept saying. We met some cool guys from Emporia State that were Yankees fans too, but that’s a different story.
Anyway, these guys keep heckling Paul O’Neill, saying things like, “Hey Paul, you and Darryl (Strawberry) don’t stay out in Westport doing coke all night, OK?” These guys just kept saying all kinds of stupid stuff, it finally got down to insults that were the equivalent of “You have brown hair, brown hair is dumb, heh heh heh.” Paul was having a bad night along with these hecklers (I think he ended up going 0 for 4), he missed to foul fly balls. I decided that he missed these flyballs, because the wall in Yankee Stadium is pretty much right on the foul line, in Kaufmann it’s not as close. OK, back on topic, while these punks continue to yell stupid stuff, I yell down to the one doing most of the talking and say, “Hey, what the Royals lack in the win column, you more than make up for in class, don’t you buddy?” His face went blank and while the surrounding section was yelling things about, “where’s your comeback to that?” and the usual chorus of “oooohhhhhhhhhhh!”
Just in case anyone cares, Paul was truly the bigger man, when a foul ball came down the right field line he’d toss it into the rightfield stands as a souvenir, despite the two idiots in the area.
Oh one more. At a football game I was at this year, this dude felt like he needed to keep spitting roughly every 2 minutes (I swear that it was this often). After I noticed he’d probably do this the whole game I started saying “GROSS!” after every time he spit, hoping he’d get a clue. I understand that we’re outside and all, and I don’t mind if it’s sunflower seed shells, but this guy was spitting loogies constantly! He had a fucking pond in front of him! Yuck.
I remember, many moons ago, I was at a rutgers basketball game. There was this big guy, and he was violently bitching about how bad a time it was for a timeout, and how stupid the coach was for picking this time for a timeout.
Someone finally said “Hey- It’s a commercial break”
Got quieter 'bout then.
I have to admit it, i’m the drunk guy in the $60 nose bleeds who yells insults at the Canucks. After charging me $6 for a glass of beer, and getting thrashed by expansion teams, what do you expect. (they are better this year, i’ll give 'em that)
I have two really irritating people stories at baseball games
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We sat behind a group of three people who obviously worked together. Throughout the whole game they talked about people at work. It was an incessant gossip session. I don’t think they said anything nice about anyone. They were very irritating and we were actually tired at the end of the game from their negativity about their workmates.
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We sat next to a season ticket holder who thought she knew everything. When my family and I were talking about plays and players, she would pipe in with her opinion (which was usually negative). She had a whiney voice and criticized the players throughout the whole game. Also she had to listen to the game on the radio with the volume up very loud. I personally do not like to listen to the game on the radio when I am at the game.
Back in 1983 I attended a Kansas City Royals/Chicago White Sox game at the old Cominskey Park. I was in Chicago for school that year and, being from Kansas, was a Royals fan. Alright, I KNOW they are from KC Missouri, but you know.
Anyway, there were some Chicago fans there who kept insulting a KC player, Willie Wilson. As it happens, he had been in rehab, and these idiots kept calling down pretending to offer him drugs, and calling him “the man who walks the fine white line” Stupid jerks. KC won of course, 6-5.
Hi, y’all, this is really racinchikki, but I’m on mech’s computer and I don’t wanna screw up her thingy by using my own screen name. Sorry.
Anyway, the most annoying person I sat next to was actually sitting BEHIND me at the July race at Pocono in 1998. During the pre-race driver introductions they mentioned that Jimmy Horton hadn’t managed to qualify for the race. Being a smart-ass, I turned to my father and said “Of course he couldn’t qualify! He got distracted by hearin’ all those Whos!” The lady behind me then SCREAMED at me not to talk about things I didn’t understand. She spent the rest of the racing insulting Jeremy Mayfield (the driver who was advertised on my t-shirt that day), as if it would be a personal insult to ME if she thought he did inappropriate things with Rusty Wallace and his pet dog. Then she spilled beer on me and called me an unprintable word starting with B and ending with Itch. Keep in mind, I was… lessee… 15 years old and all I’d done was make a joke about Jimmy Horton! Heck, I like Jimmy Horton just fine, but come on – Horton! Hears a Who! I was 15! It was hilarious! Some people… :rolleyes: