- April 25, 2024
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Everybody loves the heckling fan they are sitting next to at a live sporting event. Or the person in the group who yells at the top of his lungs at the TV while watching the game.
I’m that guy. I want to heckle everything and anything — even if it’s not sports.
My brother is cooking chicken and rice for dinner, and there I am, sitting on the countertop as he’s cooking, telling him that he didn’t season the chicken enough or he needs to stir the rice more often.
At the City Council meetings, I’m the guy sitting at the press table fist-pumping a “yes” by a councilman to throw off the rest of the council. Anything to keep them on their toes.
Last night, a group of us went to the Daytona Cubs game, the Single-A affiliate of the Chicago Cubs, to watch them play (and lose) to the St. Lucie Mets. Say what you want about the New York Mets organization, but St. Lucie, their Single-A team, has the best record in all of professional baseball. Clearly, that means the team playing in Flushing, N.Y., will win the World Series by 2015. That’s just how it works.
And best of all, minor league baseball is a prime heckling location. Most of the players in these games are recently drafted out of high school and are in their late teens or early 20s. They aren’t as good at ignoring people like me.
“Why’d you look at that pitch, dude?”
“Make the play, or you don’t get your $20 meal stipend on this road trip, man!”
Secretly, like all hecklers, I idolize them.
“If you don’t step up, I’m not going to ask for your autograph after the game!”
