Showing posts with label twirling around out of anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twirling around out of anger. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Smile, Richmond, You Unhappy Lil Bastardos!



Another day, another unhappy Richmonder (Richmondite? Both are showing up as spelled incorrectly). While watching this video a few thoughts come to mind.
  • There's a baseball team call the Richmond Flying Squirrels? I remember seeing Bob Dylan play a Richmond minor league ballfield back in 2004. Was I in Squirrely Stadium and didn't know it. Shit, I wish I'd taken a picture.
  • When coaches get "thrown out" of ball games, where do they go? I never see the Bouncer Ref walking people off the field and to their cars. Having a cameraman follow the coach all the way to his car would be fun for nothing more than to see what kinda car a minor league coach drives these days.
  • Isn't it great that he can scream, kick things, and even twirl around OUT OF ANGER and be given a standing ovation by the fans? What other job in the world is it acceptable to literally scream in someone's face and be cheered on by clients?