Saturday, September 20, 2008
I have a buddy that used to pass out like this, and I have to say, it provided countless hours of borderline abusive entertainment. Not that I was ever one to actively join in on the markering, moving, or rearranging whilst he slumbered, but let's just say that the possibilities with an intoxicatedly unconscious partygoer are virtually limitless.
But never did any of our antics take place on such a public stage. I'm telling you, this guy at Shea was a D-level celebrity by the time he woke up. Here's the rundown:
In the second game of a beer-filled doubleheader, a young man falls asleep in his box seat. Bad decision. By the time this action peaked, literally hundreds of people were watching, not only from the orange seats but also from the mezzanine and upper deck.
It is worth noting, to the masters of assmption out there, that the folks playing the prank on him were his friends, who knew he was okay. He was visibly breathing. And he cracked up for three innings straight after learning what had happened, laughed with the fans who had photographed him and even autographed people's beer bottles. He was a terrific sport who left the stadium on his own power.
Placing that second beer up there was just about the ballsiest thing I've seen this side of panty-snipping.
Speaking of Jenga, I can't believe I hadn't ever seen this video until just now. My favourite part is when the Jenga-master warns the reporter to step back from the structure... Is there any way that Bryant Varney doesn't go back to his mom's basement and drink himself to death on berry wine coolers while watching the Space Network?