Hello again, everybody. Karry Ling here with the fan who made himself famous last night by knocking a foul ball away from Cubs leftfielder Moises Alou.
Hey buddy, nice work. What’s your day job, going to the zoo and throwing rocks at the animals?
Headphone guy: I was just sitting there, watching the game and listening to it on the radio. I looked up and the ball was coming to me. What was I supposed to do?
Karry Ling: Well, let’s see, you could have not touched it. But then, you can say the same for most of the disgraced Catholic priests, too.
Headphone guy: I didn’t know Moises was going to be able to catch it.
Karry Ling: I can imagine, because you were in like the third row and had to reach over some people to touch the ball, right?
Headphone guy: Well, actually, I was in the first row.
Karry Ling: Oh, that’s right. Now I can see why it would be so difficult for you to think that a player might be able to field that ball then. Since it was right at the railing. Do have these same kind of depth perception problems at home? Do you constantly walk into furniture? Perhaps when you eat, you consistently poke yourself in the eye with the fork?
Headphone guy: Look, I love the Cubs. I didn’t want them to lose. It’s not my fault that they lost. I mean, Prior didn’t have to walk Castillo.
Karry Ling: You’re right, he could have gotten him to hit a weak foul pop up to Moises Alou…oh, wait, he did that. I understand that not only were you taken from the stands in the ninth inning for your safety, but that the Cubs gave you a change of clothes to help camoflauge you.
Headphone guy: That’s right.
Karry Ling: What size Marlins t-shirt did they give you? You know, here’s the reason between Cubs and Sox fans. Sox fans beat up on old guys and umpires, Cubs fans just beat their own team.
Headphone guy: That’s not fair, I didn’t do it on purpose.
Karry Ling: So this is a misunderstanding? Is that right, Kobe? You want me to “kiss it” now?
Headphone guy: Huh? Look, I’ve got to go. Security! Help! Security!
Karry Ling: It’s just you and me pal. Ever tusseled with a 70 year old, six-time heart bypass surgery survivor with a diaper? You’re about to discover a new world of pain.
Reporting from Chicago, this is Karry Ling.
Even we know you have to let your own guy catch the foul ball . . . Now, fielding easy grounders at short, we’re kind of weak on that part.
The headphones thing makes me wonder: What in the hell are you doing listening to the game on the radio?! You’re in the first fucking row!!! Do you really need Pat Hughes and Steve Stone telling you what’s going on? Do you need to be in your own little world? Do you need any help in tying a noose?
I know it’s painful, but watch the replay and focus on this guy’s effort to "catch" that ball. He looks like a pretty akward dork.
Tickets available for Game 7. Great seats, front row, near the Cubs bullpen. I suddenly realized I won’t be able to use them. I’ll let you have them for list price, but I won’t meet you anywhere near Wrigley.
If I’d been in the booth that son of a bitch would have known to stay away from the ball. Either that or he would have heard "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" for the rest of the game.
We just sent out a large shipment of our sharpest razor blades to Wrigley Field, Section 7, Row 1. Any idea what that’s about?
I also found it interesting that The Score has been getting calls form other media outlets to see if anyone has called the station with the name of the offending fan.
I have a feeling the Chicago police are trying to come up with a modified version of a Witness Protection Program for this clown.
Is it just me, or do the headphones make this even more inexcusable. If he’s got the game on the radio, then he should know that Alou is leaping into the stands to attempt to catch the ball!
Hey, we dove for the ball too, but we didn’t TOUCH it! Thank God, or the Sun Times might be publishing our names, ages, work addresses and interviewing our neighbors — who say what "nice boys we are" like we’d been out doing serial murders. Man, what a BONEHEAD! He shoulda known better. We’re not going anywhere with that guy anymore.
A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. by free online poker