If you haven't read about Baseball Dude yet, GO READ NOW! It's hella funny and you'll see why I'm being so evil here.
The Hubs has been helping coach our son's team (again) this year, bless his little heart. Last Saturday at our son's baseball game, while I was sitting in my little folding chair with the other moms minding my own business, The Hubs tip toed up to me and whispered "there's Baseball Dude at 3 o'clock!"
Holy shit...really?! I learned Baseball Dude's son was on the opposing team (which had the strongest players in our boys' entire age group....I WONDER how that happened hymmmmmmm).
So I briefly pondered on how to proceed.
Should I go up to him and introduce myself?
Strut up and call him an ass wipe and walk away?
Throw rocks at him?
Accidentally wipe my boogers on him?
Or just secretly take his picture with my phone, post it to my blog and make fun of his sorry ass?
Ding ding we have a winner.
And so ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to Baseball Dude, the biggest douchebag I have come across since I moved to Philly. (I bet he has a really small penis, too) He's in the black shirt behind the guy in white....
Will I ever see him again? Maybe. And who knows if he knows who we are, but who cares? I got my picture and my blog post, and now I'm happy. So tell me, what would you have done if you were 50 feet away from Baseball Dude?
