When
Clare was eight days old, we took her to Thanksgiving dinner that had all
grandparents attending. My father didn’t
see anything wrong with a newborn at the table; if anything, he wanted to turn
into a kangaroo so he could carry around his only grandchild in a pouch. My father-in-law was more from the GERMS!-GERMS!
school and thought we should’ve sealed ourselves into a sterile
environment. But I’m sure both
grandfathers would agree that what happened at Wrigley Field Tuesday night was downright
stupid and avoidable.
A
fan in the front row behind first base caught a foul ball with one hand while
holding onto his seven-month old (you read that right) son with the other. How the media loved it; one sportswriter even
said he wanted a cup of beer involved next time. Next time?
It never should’ve happened in the first place.
Three weeks ago, a
Red Sox fan was seriously injured when a broken bat flew into the stands,
hitting her in the head; when Tyler Flower swings, his bat lands in the seats more
often than he homers. Foul line drives
and pop ups hit fans in the head so often that MLB is considering more
protective netting around infield seats.
And this guy is being lionized for a great catch? If that had been me, two elderly gentlemen
would’ve have been waiting outside our front door to beat the crap out of
me. And they would’ve been right to do
so.
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