So top of the 8th this guy and his daughter (looked about 4 or 5) come down the aisle right to the 3rd base end of the dugout and start screaming "Springer, hey Springer!! Turn around, she's got a sign!! Springer!! Springer!!!"
And so on and on and on. George never turned. Kemp makes eye contact with them and kind of smiles/nods but his eyes say "um, you're crazy, he's not gonna look."
The girl was cute as a button so I tell the dude to sit next to me, the folks who were there left. Told him wait until they're coming in off the field, that's the best chance to get acknowledged.
It got them out of the aisle (and to stop yelling at Springer). She had a poster made with glue and glitter: yay springer yay Altuve yay Reddick.
Girl: do you like the Astros?
Me, wearing orange jersey/ blue H star cap: yes. They're my favorite team of all time.
Girl: really?!! They're my favorite too. Why didn't Springer turn around?
Me: they get in trouble if they look away from the field.
Dad: Ohhhh.
Me thinking to myself: dude, you're wasted.
The ranger fans around us tolerated this guy well.
In the 9th I point out to the girl that the guy on second could tie the game and the guy on first could win the game for the rangers. Dad helpfully chimed in "yeah, and then we'd have to really coine back hard . . . Or something)." All I could do not to slap my forehead.
Mercifully Beltre then hit into the 5-4-3.
Anyway, don't most parks have ushers to stop that crap?
