There’s No Mercy In Baseball …

… Ah, fall baseball. Another season of ruthlessly embarrassing my son from the stands. Let’s just say I am not a quiet observer of sports. Yes, I just yelled at my kid to knock your kid outta the way.

What? At least I’m watching the game and being supportive and junk. You know this would never happen if they just served beer at the Little League ball park like I suggested. I’m a mellow drunk.