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  • sox83cubs84
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    tmpjets:

    I've been that way, as well. Kids who just think they can waltz up to the front of the wall and edge in front of you 45 minutes after you've gotten there. Not to mention parents who do the same thing. I had a woman at Wrigley Field urge me to leave my spot on the wall after I caught a foul ball (a roller I gloved over the wall, nothing her kid would have gotten). I forgot just what I told her, but I do recall she gave up trying to boss me around.

    Then there's their cousins in ignorance, the place-fillers. You got a player's autograph, and, out of consideration, let a kid in front of you so they can get an autograph, as well. The player signs for the kid, a few others, and then leaves, and the kid suddenly thinks it's HIS spot, even though you told him 3 minutes earlier that you weren't giving him the spot...just moving out of the way so he could get an autograph, too.

    Worst at the Unfriendly Confines are one or two old lady ushers down the foul lines (the only place you can now approach the wall at the ballpark) who start telling long-positoned fans (mostly adults) to leave their spots so the kids can get in. I've seen them do it numerous times...just waiting for one of these old biddies to tell ME that.

    More to follow later...keep the great posts coming!

    Dave M.
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  • tmpjets
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    Originally posted by jobathenut
    I feel your anger on this.As i have said on here me and my brother have the same things happen to us at every hockey game we go to.But in your case there is no way i would let the darn brat getin front of me.And if them are your season tickets as i assume they are.I would tell the team and security do something or i am giving up my tickets.Its no tfair to you that you spend that much money and some kid from the noose bleed seats gets those items.But then again it's the players who are giving them to her.And why,because she's a kid.I know for "pr" reasons they do it.But to me giving it to someone wearing a jersey trumps giving to a kid just for kids sake.
    Yes, I do agree with you all, paying good money to sit in the seats and have some kids from 30 rows up run down and get a ball that might have been thrown my way is horrible. At this M's game that wasnt the case the ball was clearly thrown to the little girl. I myself have had many missed balls and autos within two feet of players asking for an autograph only to have some rude parent shove there kid in between full grown adults, and then to give the old one liners"Dont forget the kids" "he was signing hers not yours" and etc...etc. I many of times have told the parents to back off and gotten some dirty looks but then I say "Excuse me but me and the other people here have been standing here since the gates opened and your just being rude, showing up 10 mins ago and think you just can walk in." And in some cases there are a few fans that back eachother up as we all been robbed by some obnoxious kids/parents in the past. Sorry if I was sounded like I was taking sides, because I wasnt, just reading some of these stories reminds me of many past events and only makes me think back and angers me of many lost balls and chances to get an autograph.

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  • earlywynnfan
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    Not the biggest jerk story in the world, but it's stuck with me:

    Sitting down the row from a man with his little boy at a Tribe game last year. Dad catches a foul ball and hands it to the boy, and the kid did just what he's seen on TV: He throws it back onto the field. Only we're a little too far up to make the field, so it ends up going several rows in front of us, and bounces on the stairs. This guy down there picks it up, looks back, then turns to his own kid and hands it to him. Some people who had seen this start telling the guy where the ball came from, and the first dad actually went down and pointed out his son. But the second dad kept the ball, and ignored the heckling he recieved the rest of the game. I have to wonder how he justified this to his son??

    Ken
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  • godwulf
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    I've totally given up on trying to get a cracked bat during the Fall League - unless, as has happened a couple of times, I see one listed on eBay. I'm really only interested in getting one that's been used by one of the DBacks prospects, so on those rare occasions when one of those guys has cracked a bat, and I've positioned myself to ask for it after the game, a young woman in her early 20s, dressed for the beach, has rushed in ahead of me and gotten it. Last season it happened twice, and it was the same woman both times.

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  • sox83cubs84
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    This one's about an obnoxious and aggravating father. It was a Cubs-Rangers BP before an Interleague Game at the Unfriendly Confines, and several people wear near the Rangers dugout. As Kevin Mench heads over to the cage, I call out and ask if he'll remember me if he cracks his bat. Mench nooded, but a father (with a kid) next to me suddenly admonishes me. "You shouldn't ask for bats" this goof proclaims.

    "Huh?" I ask, annoyed and puzzled.

    "You should only ask for autographs", he intoned.

    The next few minutes were spent with me demanding to know what business it was of his what I asked for, and him trying to defend his idiotic statements.

    At one point, he asked, "You don't have any kids, do you?"

    My response: "No, and, considering the way most of them act around the ballpark, I'm GLAD I don't!" That shut him up.

    Later, A-Rod comes by, and signs autographs in his usual ballpark fashion (meaning picking through the crowd for the kids and ignoring the adults). This guy's kid (who, actaully, wasn't badly behaved) handed A-Rod a dark brown mini-bat and a blue sharpie. A-Rod signed, but, afterwards, you couldn't see the autograph! Regardless, the obnoxious dad turned into a drama queen, and waxed poetic about what a great autograph he got (even if he can't see it), and how much he was going to cherish it for the rest of his life. I tried to barf, but only managed a little spittle.

    Dave M.
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  • commando
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    The rude, arrogant, selfish nature of some people is just astounding. Unfortunately, it's not surprising to me, having dealt with the kinds of people my entire adult life. What you often see in these situations is literally animalistic, where the strong ones in the pack get the "food."

    Some of these stories are crazy. What if a husband was handing his wife a five dollar bill, and a stranger runs up and grabs it? Isn't that theft? Well it's no different than a player DIRECTLY handing someone a ball or piece of equipment, and some random person rushing in and taking it. We're not talking about a free-for-all item like a foul ball or item randomly tossed into the stands.

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  • OaklandAsFan
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    Originally posted by godwulf
    I live in Arizona, and every year I go to as many Arizona Fall League games as I possibly can, even taking two weeks’ vacation in the middle of the six-week season to get in some day games without my job interfering. I’m usually able to attend 20-25 games during that six weeks.

    My main enjoyment is The Game itself, of course, but I also try to get some autographs while I’m there – especially from the Diamondbacks prospects – and to corral some foul balls and then have them signed by the guys who hit them; last year I think I got a total of eight, and the year before, fifteen. It’s not the reason I go to the games, but I really enjoy it - it’s a fun ho

    I almost always sit out in the right-field stands, and during day games, in the beautiful Arizona sunshine, I’m often the only one out there – just about everyone else is clustered under the shade in the sections behind home plate – but it’s a good perspective on the game, and a lot of foul balls come my way. Unfortunately, nearly every time one does, one of the fathers who has brought his two or three small kids out to the park (I can only assume that they’re home schooled, since this is October and a week day) dispatches his kids over to where I’m sitting to beg for the ball. The thing is, these kids, in most cases, have already got a ball or two each already, given to them by players or adult fans, but it’s a competition – egged on by the fathers – to see who can get the most, apparently.

    These kids, for the most part aged 8-12, wander around the stadium, when they’re not sitting on their butts in the shade, mouthing off at the top of their lungs about how many balls they’re going to get, paying attention to the game only when a ball is hit and looks to be going foul. A couple of times, as they’ve wandered by, I’ve told them, “Be careful…you’re gonna accidentally see some of the game!” If a kid is over in my section and a ball is coming down there, I will only go for it if it’s so close it would be ridiculous not to – otherwise, it’s theirs, as far as I’m concerned…but if I’m all alone in that section, and some kid is running over out of the shade wanting me to give him the ball I’ve been getting the left side of my face badly sunburned for, forget it!

    One year a couple of extra-bratty boys, maybe seven or eight years old, were doing this, and at one point one of them came up to me, on the verge of tears, saying that he’d dropped his little toy fielder’s mitt beneath the stands – apparently the adults he was presumably with were too “busy” to help – so of course I retrieved it for him – no thanks was forthcoming, of course – and not ten minutes later, they were standing in front of me, telling me, in obnoxious, taunting voices, “We’re going to get all the balls, and you’re not going to get any!” I asked the one kid if he had already forgotten who helped him get his glove back, and he just looked at me like he had no idea what I was even talking about.

    Toward the end of the last Scottsdale Scorpions game last season, Phillies prospect Chase D’Arnaud hit a high, high pop into my section – I mean, one of those balls that goes up so high you practically lose sight of it – and even though I sucked at high school Geometry, I could see that it was going to fall within a foot or two of where I was standing. If I caught that ball bare-handed, I was going to get a huge ovation from the crowd – and most likely a broken hand…so I let it drop and just hoped it wouldn’t bounce out onto the field. As it happened, the ball came down exactly between the two seats directly in front of me and stuck in the framework of one of them – I only had to reach down and fish it out. Immediately, I hear the sound of running feet, and a couple of voices – the parents of the converging kids, no doubt – yelling, “Give it to the kid!” I’m guessing that if I had decided to try to catch the thing, and had been lying on the ground, writhing in pain, they’d have been saying the same thing.

    Night games are infinitely worse, to the point where I go to those games not even expecting to snag a foul. Gangs of half a dozen to a dozen older boys, some who look to be at least sixteen, array themselves around the stadium and will literally run your ass over if you get between them and a foul ball. HoHoKam stadium, where the Cubs have ST, is the worst, as far as having a bunch of foul-mouthed little jerks prowling the stands.

    I think this is the year that I go ahead and get the t-shirt I designed a couple of years ago made – the one with the hawk and baseball logo and the words in Latin that roughly translate as, “'Give the ball to the kid', my ass!”

    godwulf I was going to bring up Arizona Fall League. HoHoKam has one family of little brats that their parents take them out of school to bring them to the games. I was at the last game of the season there this year and I could hear the mother and father egging their kids into asking for anything and literally everything they could get after the game from hats and bats to fielding gloves, jerseys, undershirts, sunglasses.

    You and I have already spoken about how I go about getting stuff but my little kids get things also but i don't urge or force them into it. When a bat breaks they ask if they can have it. If the answer is no or someone else gets it first oh well they move on and continue to enjoy the game, same thing with foul balls. If they get it great, if not oh well move on.

    I actually had some jerk give me grief after a game in Phoenix this season because I asked for a broken bat from Grant Desme and he gave it to me and my boy was standing next to me and very politely and quietly asked Adam Loewen for a broken bat as well and Adam gave it to him. As we were leaving this guy called me a jerk and said I could spread the wealth a bit.

    My kids all get their own things, if they ask for it and get it, that piece gets hung up in their room. As a matter of fact I literally only have 1 game used hockey stick that is mine, the one I got from Ilya Bryzgalov after the final game of last year, every other stick in this house belongs to one of my children.

    More on topic, I refuse to let my kids pull that BS guilt trip about baseballs and such, they all know its a competition end of story, you have x amount of people at a game and most of them would love to get their hands on something so it wont be easy. Don't cry about it. Things that I have had issues with in the past for example were several years ago when Ramon Hernandez was still on the A's. After a game he went to hand my daughter a pair of batting gloves and my daughter actually had her hands on them and some jerk ripped them out of her hands. I was going to do something about it and then I saw Ramon and he said hold on a minute, went back into the dugout and came back with a pair of batting gloves and a bat and gave them to her while giving the guy a dirty look.

    Another issue is signing autographs, I always cringe when I see a big name player walk over to a railing to sign because its almost inevitable that there will be a big push to get to him and some poor little child will get crushed into the railing. I actually saw one time where the player (I foget who it was at this point) stopped signing autographs and picked a little boy up over the railing and carried him into the dugout and gave him a bat then walked back over and found the boys father and handed him back. Then he walked into the dugout and went inside no more autographs for rude people.

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  • bigtruck260
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    Godwolf - that's a unique perspective...and one that I totally respect. Thanks for sharing.

    I guess to clarify my earlier comments, there are times and places for certain behavior. Those parents that were egging the kids on - are probably a parallel breed to the 'hoosiers' I was describing.

    Nothing against Ballhawks - they have their place...but I have seen a few ballhawks (even at Wrigley) give a kid a spare ball.

    Most of the kids I have come across in STL are well mannered and genuinely excited to be at a Cards game...but there are always a few that you can look at the parents and tell that the "apple don't fall far from the tree".

    Thanks for the story GW. Much appreciated.

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  • godwulf
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    I live in Arizona, and every year I go to as many Arizona Fall League games as I possibly can, even taking two weeks’ vacation in the middle of the six-week season to get in some day games without my job interfering. I’m usually able to attend 20-25 games during that six weeks.

    My main enjoyment is The Game itself, of course, but I also try to get some autographs while I’m there – especially from the Diamondbacks prospects – and to corral some foul balls and then have them signed by the guys who hit them; last year I think I got a total of eight, and the year before, fifteen. It’s not the reason I go to the games, but I really enjoy it - it’s a fun hobby.

    I almost always sit out in the right-field stands, and during day games, in the beautiful Arizona sunshine, I’m often the only one out there – just about everyone else is clustered under the shade in the sections behind home plate – but it’s a good perspective on the game, and a lot of foul balls come my way. Unfortunately, nearly every time one does, one of the fathers who has brought his two or three small kids out to the park (I can only assume that they’re home schooled, since this is October and a week day) dispatches his kids over to where I’m sitting to beg for the ball. The thing is, these kids, in most cases, have already got a ball or two each already, given to them by players or adult fans, but it’s a competition – egged on by the fathers – to see who can get the most, apparently.

    These kids, for the most part aged 8-12, wander around the stadium, when they’re not sitting on their butts in the shade, mouthing off at the top of their lungs about how many balls they’re going to get, paying attention to the game only when a ball is hit and looks to be going foul. A couple of times, as they’ve wandered by, I’ve told them, “Be careful…you’re gonna accidentally see some of the game!” If a kid is over in my section and a ball is coming down there, I will only go for it if it’s so close it would be ridiculous not to – otherwise, it’s theirs, as far as I’m concerned…but if I’m all alone in that section, and some kid is running over out of the shade wanting me to give him the ball I’ve been getting the left side of my face badly sunburned for, forget it!

    One year a couple of extra-bratty boys, maybe seven or eight years old, were doing this, and at one point one of them came up to me, on the verge of tears, saying that he’d dropped his little toy fielder’s mitt beneath the stands – apparently the adults he was presumably with were too “busy” to help – so of course I retrieved it for him – no thanks was forthcoming, of course – and not ten minutes later, they were standing in front of me, telling me, in obnoxious, taunting voices, “We’re going to get all the balls, and you’re not going to get any!” I asked the one kid if he had already forgotten who helped him get his glove back, and he just looked at me like he had no idea what I was even talking about.

    Toward the end of the last Scottsdale Scorpions game last season, Phillies prospect Chase D’Arnaud hit a high, high pop into my section – I mean, one of those balls that goes up so high you practically lose sight of it – and even though I sucked at high school Geometry, I could see that it was going to fall within a foot or two of where I was standing. If I caught that ball bare-handed, I was going to get a huge ovation from the crowd – and most likely a broken hand…so I let it drop and just hoped it wouldn’t bounce out onto the field. As it happened, the ball came down exactly between the two seats directly in front of me and stuck in the framework of one of them – I only had to reach down and fish it out. Immediately, I hear the sound of running feet, and a couple of voices – the parents of the converging kids, no doubt – yelling, “Give it to the kid!” I’m guessing that if I had decided to try to catch the thing, and had been lying on the ground, writhing in pain, they’d have been saying the same thing.

    Night games are infinitely worse, to the point where I go to those games not even expecting to snag a foul. Gangs of half a dozen to a dozen older boys, some who look to be at least sixteen, array themselves around the stadium and will literally run your ass over if you get between them and a foul ball. HoHoKam stadium, where the Cubs have ST, is the worst, as far as having a bunch of foul-mouthed little jerks prowling the stands.

    I think this is the year that I go ahead and get the t-shirt I designed a couple of years ago made – the one with the hawk and baseball logo and the words in Latin that roughly translate as, “'Give the ball to the kid', my ass!”

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  • bigtruck260
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    [quote=coxfan;183806]At Vero Beach one year my wife was waiting patiently for players to walk by for autographs. A woman walked up behind her with four kids. She handed each kid a sack of balls and gave instructions to get only one signature on each ball. Obviously, she was using the kids to get autographed balls she could then sell on ebay. But the clincher was: She told each child " Go ahead and push to the front of the line. You're entitled to get ahead of the adults." [quote]

    If I saw this happen, I would let it go...most of us are better than that type of behavior. Eventually it will catch up with them. Players aren't stupid. Why do you think most stars rarely sign. Ignorant people spoil what could be a fun experience for a new fan.

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  • stretch
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    A couple years ago I made one of the cups to retrieve baseballs between the wall at Turner Field. Once during BP, a lady decided to scratch the hell out me (forearm to hand), and steal the ball right out of the cup when I was bringing it up from between the walls. My arm and hand started to bleed and the people around us noticed it. I'm rather tall, over 200 pounds, and have rather large feet (15-16 size), so my reaction was to step on her foot with mine. People started yelling at her due to not only what she had done, but also the blood factor, and the fans thought she was just yelling back at them while I was on her foot.

    During BP a father and son happened to be waiting for bp balls beside me. A bp homerun goes between the walls at Turner Field and the guy picks his son up and drops him from his chest between the walls. His son was down for a few minutes, the dad was yelling at him to get up, and to get the ball. By the time the ushers made it down there all they told the father was to never do that again.

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  • bigtruck260
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    I mentioned the term 'Hoosier" in another thread, but it's what makes the world go round in the STL...

    a hoosier is someone who jumps in front of a kid to catch a ball - and waves it around immediately telling everyone who is willing to listen that he/she is immediately going to put the ball on eBay or Craigslist. A Hoosier would call Adam Wainwright (probably the Mike Matheny 'nice guy' of the curent club) a jerk (or worse) because he chooses to ignore the drunken, slurring dude repeatedly calling his name for no other reason to get Adam to acknowledge his presence.

    The Hoosier (this happens way too many times to be specific) is the guy that would knock a little kid over to get a ball being thrown to (the kid).

    Look, I understand wanting a souvinir - but if you are an adult, and there are kids sitting all around you, and you catch a baseball thrown from a player, etc. - let a little kid have it. Seriously, it will not only make the kid's day, it might make him a fan of humanity...not just baseball.

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  • coxfan
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    At Vero Beach one year my wife was waiting patiently for players to walk by for autographs. A woman walked up behind her with four kids. She handed each kid a sack of balls and gave instructions to get only one signature on each ball. Obviously, she was using the kids to get autographed balls she could then sell on ebay. But the clincher was: She told each child " Go ahead and push to the front of the line. You're entitled to get ahead of the adults."

    A more positive story was from the Braves' spring training field at a game with the Mets. During a rain delay, two Mets came out of the dugout to sign, causing two lines to form. I walked up to the side of one line and asked a 12-year-old boy: who was signing for that line? He replied politely but firmly: " It's David Wright, sir, but you'll have go to the back of the line like everyone else!" I wasn't planning to get in line, but was amused by the little fellow's polite firmness to a man five times his age.

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  • jbsportstuff
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    Originally posted by jobathenut
    tmpjets-Sorry but this is what i am upset about.Why is the little girl more entitled to the ball than the man?Why because its a little girl.Thats what i am talking about.I am tired of people thinking the kids deserve the items and not adults.I mean i have been a yankees fan since i was a little kid.But becuase i am a adult i shoul'dnt catch a ball that is throw in my direction.And i am sure the girl was a big fan,and wearing a jersey.And she could tell you the players names.Amnd was payoing attention to the game.I bet she did'nt even know the darn score of the game.KIDS DO NOT WATCH BASEBALLS GAMES.So the guy is a loser cause he did not let some little girl get a baseball.Yeah bad guy.
    In this case I can't agree at all with what you are saying. My 11 year old son and I go to several games and he is a huge fan. If someone were throwing him a ball and some adult jumped in front of him to catch it, I would be very upset. Do you have children? My son DOES watch the game, he can tell you a lot about ever player on the field. I NEVER let him get in front of other people to get autographs, but because he is so polite and kind, the players sometimes give him a ball. He puts each of these on a little shelf that I build him. I just can't agree with a middle age man(which I am) jumping in front of a person who was supposed to get the item. No way!!!

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  • jobathenut
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    I feel your anger on this.As i have said on here me and my brother have the same things happen to us at every hockey game we go to.But in your case there is no way i would let the darn brat getin front of me.And if them are your season tickets as i assume they are.I would tell the team and security do something or i am giving up my tickets.Its no tfair to you that you spend that much money and some kid from the noose bleed seats gets those items.But then again it's the players who are giving them to her.And why,because she's a kid.I know for "pr" reasons they do it.But to me giving it to someone wearing a jersey trumps giving to a kid just for kids sake.
    Originally posted by legaleagle92481
    I go to hockey games alot and I purchase front row seats in the row next to the tunnel to my favorite teams locker room. As a result I have interacted with alot of players and I slap hands with them as they walk by. Anyway there is a teenage girl who proceeds to run down and stand right in front of me at the end of every period and she picks up a ton of game used merchandise this way as the players hand it to her over me because she is young and female and I am a balding adult male. Meanwhile I am the one paying a couple of hundred every time I come to sit there and she comes down from the rafters somewhere so it is a bit off topic but to me just as annoying. I have mentioned it to secruity and the ushers but they say "we cannot stop people from coming down here in between periods". Although noone but her does it every period of every game.

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