So a few years back, I took my mom to an interleauge game between the Padres and Red Sox at Fenway. I have been to fenway before, and knew that we shouldn't wear road team colors there, but being that we are an unknown entity on the east coast I didn't think anyone would notice.
So my mom and I were walking around before the game checking out the stadium, when all of a sudden we see Hall of Famer Peter Gamons at a concession stand getting some pink cotton candy, a brat and a bottle of Zima. I told my mom we should go up and say hi.
So we go up to Peter and I tell him how much I enjoy his work, yada yada yada.
After a few minutes he takes a look at my mom and me in our Padre's gear and go
PG: "What's that you are wearing"
Me: "It's my Padre's Jersey."
PG: "Oh, interesting"
Me: "Yeah I decided to take the trip and see them here tonight"
PG: "Oh, what type of band are they..I love music"
Me: "No, they are a baseball team...they are playing here tonight against the Red Sox."
Peter stares for a second, takes a long sip off of his Zima and then proclaims
'You mean that is the name of the visiting team tonight...the Padres...interesting"
All of sudden he hits me over the head with his Zima bottle, knocking me to the ground. Then he embraces my mom, who only resists at first, and then give here a long passionate kiss, before droping her on the ground. He then stands over me
'That's how we roll here at Fenway" and walks away.
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