Unfiltered Story #301047

When my cousin and I are 12, our dads take us to our first major league baseball game. We were both Yankees fans and stoked to see the House that Ruth Built. We had cheap bleacher seats but could have cared less and loved the whole experience. The best part of the entire day, however, came courtesy of Heckler and Drunk Fan.

The guy sitting next to my dad was enjoying the game with a little liquid encouragement. He got at least one beer every inning and by the sixth inning was well lubricated. During the game, the Rangers’ pitcher was the son of the Yankees pitching coach at the time. The Yankees weren’t doing well and a few rows in front of us all, one fan was standing up and heckling at the top of his lungs despite there being not a snowball’s chance that anyone on the field could hear him. Drunk Fan next to my dad has been muttering about the heckler and with every beer, his muttering gets louder. My cousin and I are delightfully watching both guys and their behavior. This is all part of the experience of Yankee stadium cheap seats! Eventually, Heckler calls out, “Hey Stottlemyre, your son is kicking your a**! How’s that feel?” Drunk Fan decides he’s had enough. He turns to my dad, hands him his beer, mutters, “Hold this, buddy” and stands up. He shouts, “Sit down, ya commie b*****d!” and takes his drink back and returns to his seat. Heckler startles, turns around to look for Drunk Fan, but eventually sits down and shuts up. The crowd around us started cheering and Drunk Fan did not pay for any of his beers the rest of the game.