April 20, 2003

America's pastime meets Ameritech's weekend minutes plan

The fans these days are getting rowdier and rowdier. It used to be that they'd throw beers or peanut shells at opposing team's outfielders. Heck, I once covered drug-sponge Darryl Strawberry with a three-dollar Coke.

But pegging a man in the back of the head with a cell phone?

It's time for me to put on my bottle thick glasses and do my best Harry Caray imitation!

Okay folks... let's hear you real loud... way in the back... a one... two... three.

Take me out To the ball game Take me out With the crowd Buy me a cell phone And battery packs I don't care if I get the thing back

Let me throw the phone
At Carl Everett
If he won't duck
It's a shame
For it's one, two,
Three rings I'm out
Of the old ball game!

Pass the beer, Thom Brenneman!