Much talk today about the unruly crowd at Opening Day, starting with the Barry Zito heckling in pre-game introductions.
I, too, reserve the right to boo my own team, though I exercise that right sparingly. Neifi Perez and Pedro Feliz got me cranked up a few times. Perhaps Marvin Benard after swinging through yet another eye-high fastball. I’ll boo a guy who is perfectly healthy but regularly refuses to hustle. Physical errors, no. Pitchers with control problems….depends on my frustration level.
At this point I have no reason to boo any Giant. Barry Zito’s rapid descent toward done-ness isn’t his fault, as far we know. Them’s that signed him, well, that’s a different story. If you hear me booing the Giants any time soon, the players won’t be my target. It’ll be the brass. Booooooo. Phthththtpppthththttt. Ya bums!
I’ll be judicious about that, too, but you can be sure P-Mags will be hearing from me through the U.S. Mail. (Stay tuned for more details.) When it comes to ballyard insults, call me old-school, but I still prefer to razz the opposing left fielder from my bleacher perch.
Is it worth booing the Giants this year? Which ones? Which past Giant was the target of your ire? Whatsa matter with Hairston? Discuss.
(Photo courtesy of flickr user meggerss.)
