Sunday, November 25, 2012

Most Annoying Fans We've Ever Encountered

We've all met them at one sporting event or another. They suck the life force from your body. They make you hate the game. They make you desperate for an alcoholic beverage...or a loaded gun to turn on yourself. It's the token annoying fan that has decided to take root in the seat beside you (or behind you or in front of you). So thoughtful. Before we get into our list of the Most Annoying Fans We've Ever Encountered, we must discuss last week's poll results. In an effort to legitimately improve our blog for your pleasure, we asked which option you'd like to see more of. Sadly, only 4 people responded. Are you people kidding us? There's no way you actually enjoy what we give you on a week to week basis. There must be SOMETHING you want us to change. 3 of you want to see more video of the TBB in action. This is a pretty terrible idea, but we're willing to accommodate your request. This season, we will strive to deliver more video nonsense, whether it be in "web diary" format or interview format. Or both. 1 sad little head voted for more photos. Okay, is this even possible? We literally had to BUY more space on Google in order for us to accommodate all of our stupid photos. No one wanted to see more letters (which saddens us seeing as how we have the most fun writing these... that and our dialogues). Since only 4 people voted, we're just going to take it upon ourselves to assume that the letter lovers out there got busy and forgot to vote, therefore we will continue writing them. Also, no one voted for more game-related blog posts. While this is definitely more convenient and cost-friendly, we can't help but be slightly confused. You DO realize that the primary focus of this blog is us attendings games, right? Yet you don't want to read about that. So...akward...

Onto our discussion of the individuals who are more annoying than we are. Over the course of our friendship, we have attended many, many baseball games. We wish we could be more specific as to how many we've spectated together, but goldfish have better memories than we do. In that time, there have been some major a-holes sitting in our vicinity making us miserable. We've decided to gather the worst of them here in one location so that you would feel sorry for us and start sending us gifts. Listed in no particular order, we present The Most Annoying Fans We've Ever Accounted:
  • We'll kick things off with the O's fan sitting behind us at the ALDS game at Yankees Stadium most recently. You remember her, right? We described her as, "the biggest fratada O's fan in the franchise's history." Instead of cheering for her team, she shrieked a high-pitch sound that could cause your ear drums to bleed. She also leaned her weight on Serena in order to get out of her seat, which is a no-no. She's lucky Serena didn't grab her by her black feather boa and throw her down the steps. Let's face it. The only person that would've gotten angry with Serena was the bitch's boyfriend. The rest of our section, which included O's fans mind you, would've cheered. The shrieking ptereodactyl's staying power lasted through ALL of the extra innings. We only got respites during her potty breaks. You're lucky we survived this ordeal.
  • We had a lot of problems with Dodger Stadium, but not even the tastebud-raping Dodger Dog could top the hot mess sitting next to Lisa during our visit. The overpowering stench emanating from his body was enough to cause us to pass out. In our blog post regarding Dodger Stadium, we described it as such: "an odor similar to a dumpster that a drunken person had thrown up in." Crazy as it may sound, the scent wasn't even the worst part. It was his drandruff. Each time he scratched his head, large, white flakes drifted from his hair and landed on Lisa. Who could've guessed that when we flew out to Los Angeles during the summer months that we'd witness a snowfall?
  • Oriole Park is a beautiful place. For the most part, O's fans are lovely people. Aside from the Yankees sucking major c*ck during that game, we really enjoyed ourselves...except for one a-hole that wouldn't shut up. He wasn't an O's fan OR a Yankees fan, both of which you'd expect to find at an O's/Yankees game. He was a Red Sox fan wearing a David Ortiz t-shirt. It was bad enough that this douchenozzle wore the wrong shirt to the game, but then he didn't have the decency to sit in his seat and shut the f*ck up during the game (despite his friends' best efforts to keep him quiet). In addition to the totally unoriginal "Yankees suck" chant (guys, seriously? The "XYZ sucks" chant is so played out. Be more innovative), he ran up and down the rows screaming obscenities and anti-Yankees AND Orioles statements. Even his friends were appalled. O's fans the size of Ray Lewis threatening his life wouldn't make him shut up and sit down. It was like he was begging someone to murder him. Why couldn't it be us who fulfilled his suicide request? He was so distracting that at one point, Serena couldn't follow what was happening on the field. All she could do was watch him run back and forth, screaming like chimpanzee.
  • We think supporting your team on the road is a cool thing, however we think you should show your host fans a little courtesy. It's not YOUR house you're hanging out in. It's THEIRS. Don't be a snatch. This was the moral of the day when we attended the Twins/Cubs game at Wrigley Field. Who knew that Minnesota could produce such enormous a$$ clowns? We always assumed that people from the midwest were nice, friendly folk. For starters, Twins fans outnumbered Cubs fans...by A LOT. This isn't necessarily the fault of the Twins fans. The drunken antics and obnoxious cheering, however, IS the fault of the Twins fans. In particular, there was a group of obnoxious drunk male Twins fans sitting behind us. One of them looked like Chipper Jones. He marched up and down the stairs of our section while taunting anyone in a Cubs hat. Um, did he get the memo that he was in Chicago, not Minneapolis? Finally, Serena felt compelled to stand up for her...um...erm..."fellow" Cubs fans. She got to her feet and shouted a string of curse words at him that may or may not have culminated with her calling him a Chicklet-toothed a-hole. Neighboring Cubs fans applauded her.
  • Eating peanuts or sunflower seeds at a ball game is totally acceptable. If it wasn't, the stadiums wouldn't sell them. However, there is a wrong way and a right way to eat these messy snack items. Spitting the shells out at your neighbor like the man sitting in front of us at Miller Park is NOT the right way. Not only is it dangerous to your neighbor, but it's also digusting. This dude pelted his girlfriend with sunflower seeds at a rapid-fire rate similar to that of a machine gun. When the seeds didn't nail his girlfriend in her head, they landed in our purses, which was a delightful treat to find later on at our hotel room.
  • Nothing pisses us off more than female fans who claim to be fans, but who are really clueless. At Turner Field, we landed some pretty decent field level seats and had an amazing view of the game. In front of us sat two couples. The guys seemed to actually give two sh*ts about what was happening on the field. The chicks? Not so much. They spent the entire time giggling loudly, making appointments in their iPhones, and talking about where they were going to get drunk after the game. If they looked at the field once, it would've been a lot. To top it off, every time they turned their heads, their ponytails would whip our knees, which is annoying in itself, but add the fact that we were melting in the hot Atlanta sun and the ponytail whipping was nearly unbearable. Who spends that kind of money on baseball tickets and doesn't watch a single play of the game? Such a waste.
  • During our very first (and only) Subway Series game together at Shea Stadium, we walked cheerfully through the parking lot on our way to what we thought would be an enjoyable game with our fellow New Yorkers. This would NOT be so. As we passed a group of drunk Mets fans (males) tailgating, one douchebag hopped out of his lawnchair, stumbled over to us, and threw a slice of cheese at us, shouting, "Flag on the play! Mets fan hanging out with a Yankees fan! Foul!" While Serena stared at the sad piece of cheese now slowly melting into a dirty puddle on the concrete, Lisa tried to defend our friendship. "Hey! She's a good Yankees friend! She's not a jerk!" He continue to shout over Lisa and throw cheese, "Flag on the play! Flag on the play!" Finally, we couldn't take it anymore. In almost unison, we shouted, "If you throw one more piece of cheese, we're going to shove it up your a$$!" Bro, be an a-hole to a Phillies fan. Don't be an a-hole to your own kind. New Yorkers have to stick together. We already have a bad reputation across the country.
  • Speaking of Phillies fans, as you are well aware by now, we did not have the best of times at Citizens Bank Park. One pair of fans in particular stood out to us. When we sat down on a park bench to rest for a brief moment, two little sh*t heads decided to drop ice cubes on us from above. Apparently, this wasn't good enough because their fathers came by and encouraged them to THROW the ice cubes at us, not drop them. Naturally, we greeted them with words of violent abuse before departing the scene. Fathers, if you're reading this, we hope your kids grow up someday to "accidentally" set your house on fire.
  • RFK Stadium was the first "away" stadium we'd ever visited. Despite its lack of personality, we were so excited about being at a game not taking place in New York that we just plopped down in a pair of seats to watch batting practice. After minding our own business and happily absorbing the activities on the field for about 15 minutes, we were accosted (yes, accosted) by four uptight, rich bitch yuppies. In a snooty tone of voice that made us think that her family probably owned a plantation during the Civil War period, one of the woman wearing a pompous sunhat and a tennis skirt (who wears a tennis skirt to a baseball game anyway?) declared, "You're sitting in our seats! Please move before we call security." Okay, we hate it when people sit in our seats too, but unlike in New York where (at the time) scoring seats to a Mets or Yankees game was like scoring a high-five from the Pope, NO ONE was going to any Nationals games. There were hundreds of empty seats around us for them to sit in. Plus, our seats were in the same section. We just hadn't found them yet. Regardless, we stood up, apologized, and gathered our belongings so that we could move. She continued to shout, "THESE ARE OUR SEATS! MOVE!" Like it was a matter of life or death if she didn't sit in her seat within the next 10 seconds. Satisfaction was ours when we found our seats and they were better than hers. We sat down, turned to where they were sitting, smiled our best "F*ck You" grins, and waved.
  • Meeting new people at games can be a fun adventure and may garner you the opportunity to score free beer. It can also be a nightmare. Don't sit down next to people you don't know and chew their ears off for an entire game so that they can't watch. When we attended a Twins game at Yankees Stadium during the stadium's final season, we had the misfortune of sitting next to a group of drunk guys from Alabama. The topics of conversation that he peppered Serena with are as follows: How much he hated New York City, New York City is the filthiest city he's ever been to, Shea Stadium is a total dump (even though he'd never been there), how much he hated the Yankees, his friend is a relief pitcher for the Twins (why he was stuck sitting in the last row of the upper deck then is beyond us), the New York Giants were the worst football team EVER, and the Miami Dolphins rule. Kill. Us. Please. Don't travel to someone else's city and waste an entire 9 innings of their time bashing it. Keep your opinions to yourself, return to your hick town in Alabama, and write a blog about it that all four of your friends will read.
  • At our recent trip to Citi Field, we had the pleasure of sitting in front of a man who spent the entire game badgering Eric Hinske of the Braves for an autograph. We must've heard, "I'll give you tickets to Jersey Boys. I know the guy who owns Jersey Boys" at least thirty times. "It's a great play! I'll get you two tickets!" Eric Hinske probably now hates Frankie Vallie. When he hears, "Walk Like a Man," he probably wants to punch a baby. When you shout things like this at the opposing team, you give other sane New Yorkers a bad name.
  • Every game has one of these guys. The "Sit Down" or "Down In Front" guy. These guys are just as bad as the a-hole they're yelling at. At some point in the game, we might have to stand up whether it's to stretch, pee, get a cold beverage, or get a better view of what's happening at the play. Not everyone that stands at the game is standing to be selfish snatch. There is absolutely no reason for you to shout "sit down" every time we stand. We don't turn around and tell you to "shut the f*ck up" every time you speak even though we may desperately want to. Our first tangle with this alpha male toolbox was during a Giants/Mets game at Shea Stadium (so long ago that Tom Glavine started for the Mets and Barry Bonds was being booed at the plate). The guy sitting in front of us stood up to pull his wallet from his back pocket to pay the beer vendor. A man sitting behind us gruffly repeatedly shouted, "Down in front!" The guy sat down and turned around to shout the best comeback ever: "Oh, I'm sorry! I had no idea that you were paying the mortgage of Shea Stadium!" It's true. You do NOT own your baseball team or the stadium in which your team plays. Yes, there may be times when certain oblivious fans need a reminder that they're blocking the view of the play, but there is absolutely no need to yell incessantly OR to yell at every single fan that stands up. That's a lot of yelling. And you're invading our hearing space. We don't like it.
Our super hero of the week is Domino's cheesey bread and the a-hole of the week is the New York Jets for bending over a table and allowing the New England Patriots to have their way with them without a fight. That's all, folks. The Giants game is going to be on in an hour and we need to mentally prepare for it. Peace!

22 comments:

  1. Ladies . . . I am just back from three weeks in Tanzania, and I see that I've missed some very important doin's on the Best F'ing Baseball Blog that I read. I was not able to participate in your search for ways to improve your blog, but I can think of some very appropriate ways to pump it up, and not the creepy lewd ways I know you are expecting from me.

    Oh yeah, letters . . . BIG hit, funny, outrageous, stimulating, . . . did I mention funny? Though I do question your choice in stalking targets . . . (see previous feedback)

    Photos? You are right, hard to see how you could add any more, each post is stuffed so full of prime visual effects. Try to focus on those that compromise either your virtue or your sanity, because thats just so damn fun.

    But what I really think would spice up the entire experience is . . . . food! Fun with Food and the TBB. No one does food reviews quite like you two, and to be honest, no one leaves quite as disgusting a mess as you do tearing through a mess '0 nachos.

    But my real reason for writing today, other than to apologize for the little baseball truants tossing ice cubes at you, and their douchebag fathers, was to tell you my own most annoying fan story . . .

    This is a couple years ago, when my friend and I scored the best tickets I've ever had, Second row behind the visiting dugout in Citizen's Bank Park. The opponents, the New York Mu . . . err, Mets. Great seats, perfect field level view of the stadium, close enough I can slap Jose Reyes when he acts like a smacked ass at the plate. On about the second inning. this huge guy and his "large boned" children appear, loaded down with concession fare. Cheesesteak, nacho's, supersize crab fries, gallon cokes, blah blah blah. He and the family procede to arrange their food on top of the dugout, and have a little picnic. Understandable, I suppose, except that this guy is so big, he blots out the sun. So as he moves from drink to fries to stuffing a sandwich in his gob, he does this swaying motion. Positioned as he is, this means that we have to sway in opposite directions to actually watch the batters box. To add to our displeasure, the guy is a Mets fan, calling them by first name as they enter the dugout from the field. Finally after two innings, he's finish, and now we only need to lean in opposite directions to see past him . . . until in the fifth inning, he toddles off to the concession stands to reload. and proceeds through the whole process again.

    Thankfully, the Mets pull a little nosedive in about the 7th, and he loses interest, and actually leaves early with his little band of offsprings.

    Flash forward to October of the same year, and I am watching one of the political commercials for that particular years election . . . I pick up the phone, call my friend. "

    Hey, remember the fat guy at the Mets/Phillies game?" (yes, that is the only identification needed to pick out this one fan)

    "Yeah, I remember."

    "Did you realize that he's running for Governor of New Jersey?"

    " O M G, you're right!! That's him!!"

    Sure enough, the guy sitting in front of me, distracting me from the pleasure of the best seats I ever had was none other that Chris Christie.

    Okay, not necessarily as bad as the fritata, or even the "flag on the play" douches, but I gotta get some points on identifying the guy months later, huh?

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  2. At first, there was a level of sympathy for you having had to sit behind an annoying fat person, but having reached the end of the story, we have more of a, "HOLY SHIT!" moment. Not because we're huge supporters of Chris Christie or of New Jersey, but because the the closest thing to a celebrity we've ever sat near was Joey Fatone doppleganger. Not very exciting.

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  3. "if you sat next to us at a game, would you find us annoying?"

    based on your experiences, I think I would be afraid some annoying fan would be nearby!


    Philly fans acting like douchebags...what a surprise.

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  4. Jim said:
    Yawn . . . .I would take exception to the characterization that all Phillies fans are douchebags . . . except of course that all teams have their share of douchebag fans, so of course you will run into quite a few when visiting Philadelphia. I could say the same for fans of other nearby teams, but why would I?Yes, the reputation is earned, after all we did boo Santa Claus, albeit in 1968 (you throw one little snowball and nobody forgets!!) But what no one remembers is that 58,000 fans showed up that day to watch a 2-11 team in the middle of a snowstorm.Philadelphia has passionate fans that sometimes step over the line. And yes, often they act like douchebags. Being a fan is fun, booing and cheering go hand in hand, and I'd rather be called a douchebag than apathetic. That's not to say I won't call out fellow fans that have their heads up their butts.And I ask you, next time you attend a game in your own stadium, look around and tell me every fan you see nearby is a pillar of society.Yeah, I doubt it. 

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    1. All fans of every MLB team has some form of a nastg fan no finger pointing here! Group hug :)

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    2. Nasty. I mean ... Curse u touch phone.

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  5. Jim, I must apologize. Lisa is clearly insane and has forgotten herself. What she meant to say is, "Every MLB team has some form of nasty fans...except for us. Because we're awesome." I mean, hellooooooo? How bad could Mets and Yankees fans be if we're included in the mix? We're the definition of epic.

    This, in no way shape or form, means that we dislike you for being a Phillies fan, Jim. You're borderline our #1 fan and it should stay this way because as I've mentioned, we're awesome. : ) Rock out with your bad self.

    Gracefully Yours,
    Serena

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  6. Indeed, even if Lisa might have fat thumbs, just as long as they don't eat hotdogs in bed, at midnight. on the dugout roof.

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  7. There is no eating allowed in or on the Egyptian cotton comforter. That's how you get crumbs. Grodie.

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  8. there are certainly asshats of all color jerseys at stadiums across the Country. Just seems like some places have more than their share...In Philadelphia, maybe it has something to do with putting cheese whiz on steak??

    Here's some good news for all the Philly fans- a 2012 survey in Men's Journal polled 100 MLB players and 64% said Philly fans were not the worst! tip of the cap to the City of Brotherly Love :)

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  9. There's a perfect example of things being exaggerated.

    While the popular notion is that Cheese Whiz is the accoutrement of choice for a Philly Cheesesteak, the truth is it is an option, not a requirement. Provolone, and even good old New Yorker American cheese are just as common, and in fact more likely on a real cheesesteak. We have a very large and very proud Italian population in South Philadelphia, and the idea of processed cheese goo being the end all of cheesesteaks is a myth. Can you get it? Sure. Do most Philadelphians choose it? Nada chance.

    As for who the worst fans are . . . I doubt there is a consensus. Plus "bad fan" means different things to different people. Could be abusive, or annoying, or quiet, or unknowledgable, or even smug. I personally find the worst fans are the ones that grew up in one place, and root for an out of town team over their home town team. And as we all know, those are Dallas Cowboys fans.

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    1. TONY ROMO, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!

      Gracefully Yours,
      Serena

      (I swear I read the rest of your comment, but clearly I lost focus once you mentioned those dreaded two words to me)

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    2. oh yeah, notice I wrote nothing after "Dallas Cowboy fans"

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  10. the worst? The worst fans as voted on in that survey by MLB players had 36% of the vote. SF was 2nd with 22% and in the city where "Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York New York, New York" 12%! (they combined Mets and Yankees fans! who does that!?)

    What's the deal with Domino's cheesy bread as hero of the week?

    have you had the steak nachos at Taco Bell?

    (hint to your question: 100-64= 36) :)

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    1. Wait, so I'm really terrible at math and since Lisa blatantly ignored the equation here, I still don't know who the worst fan is. Just tell me. I don't like secrets.

      -Serena

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    2. Serena, he's playing with you. The worst fans, as voted by MLB players are Philadelphia fans, at 36% think Philly has the worst fans. His point is, that means 64 percent do NOT think Philly has the worst fans.

      Conversely, Philly thinks that MLB has the worst players of the four major sports, so it kinda a hate/hate relationship.

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    3. Philadelphia.

      you're still great Serena! (even if you are not at math)

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    4. Oh, so I'm just an all-around idiot. You threw down about 100 clues and I didn't pick any of them up. What an asshat I am.

      -Serena

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  11. SF was second that's very interesting!!! Lisa and Serena are awesome so ofcourse NY was only 12%. And Cheesey bread is the food of champions on Sunday that's how we roll! I will try those steak nachos and report back to you. Over and out good buddy!

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