It was his 15 seconds and he didn’t give a shit about the kids.
Not one, not two, but three! Unheard of.
Two of them were on back to back pitches, it appears the trick is to not be seated, and to just to walk up and down the balcony aisle.
Timing is everything, but next time, mix in a hand off to the 7 year old sitting two rows behind you. No word yet if ‘Franky Foulball’ went for sushi after the game but if he did, I am guessing he ordered the ‘Pacific Sel-fish’.
