So I'm having a nice time at the Angels game Friday, minding my own business, basking in the glow of the 8.5 game lead when some dopey Angels fan got my blood boiling.
It all started in the 7th when my brother Mike snagged a ball tossed into the crowd by the ball boy.
Within seconds some dude behind him was telling him to give the ball to a little kid, which my brother did. The guy said good job and my brother - wearing his Mr. Met hat - said something like "see, Mets fans are alright.