Drabble by Kevin Fagan for August 21, 2014

That’s why I quit going to NASCAR races.

That’s why my wife wouldn’t go to the USAF Officer’s Club. Had a bunch of drunk pilots doing a “dead bug” and she somehow got beer spilled down her back. We found lots better places to spend our time.

And security would blame the victim of the assault for falling on to the field than the rowdy fans seated above them. Let the beer flow, the stadium needs the concession sales.

Run, Forrest, run. You too, Echo.

Wonder how/if this will be resolved. Saw a drunk at a game once who was so soused he couldn’t stand up. They poured him into a bucket then poured the bucket outside.

New policy for Yankee Stadium: Pockets emptied, go through body scanner & possibly wanding. Refuse, & no admittance for you.

Stick your guns, Norm.

Don’t they have any security at this game?

Where I worked for a year or so, workers would have immediately responded to the area and made sure no one had gotten hurt by the flying ball. Security would have been called and if threats continued, the drunks would have been removed. And some venues make more money from family attendance than from beer sales!

Echo will throw her ball back tricking the drunks and earning Norm’s undying devotion.

Even the slowest runner(s) would have rounded all the bases by now.

The great Larry Walker became my hero at a game in Atlanta. A couple of local drunks were ragging Walker for no intelligent reason other than we were sitting in right field stands, and after about three innings of it Walker turned toward them and mimed a drunken-stagger. The crowd laughter was enough to persuade the drunks to leave.

C’mon Echo! Do the old switcheroo and let Norman throw YOUR ball onto the field. They will never know the difference.