The jerk who scooted across an entire section of the park in Miami to grab Harrison Bader's HR ball from the feet of the middle-aged woman who was bending over to pick it up and then scurried back to deliver it to his son, smirking in his triumph, can seriously go **** himself. Right along with all the people who were OUTRAGED when the woman went over and called him on his dick behavior and demanded (and eventually) got the ball back.
"OMG, he was doing it for his kid!" Big f'n deal. It's not as if the son had gotten the ball on his own. If Dad wants to get the kid a HR ball so bad, he can buy one on eBay.
(You can get
the ball Johnny Ray hit for a dinger off of Jeff Innis on June 14, 1987 for $129. [Mets won the game anyhow, 7-3. Suck it, Johnny.])
And now all these mob-mentality psychos are calling the woman a "Karen" (I thought we weren't supposed to use racial insults?) and doxing her (apparently she's a school administrator in NJ) and trying to get her fired and all the tiresome crap that makes modern America such
fun.
Call me a sexist, but if a woman is trying to pick up a ball that went to
her, not you, now is not the time to do your "scoop-and-score" routine. I don't care if you spawned; stick your "parent privilege" up your butt. Grrr.