This SFister is not what folks call a "hardcore" Giants fan. We do not have season tickets, we don't really know the names of anyone on the team other than Barry Bonds (though we might recognize some of them if you read them out loud), we have no opinion about the designated hitter rule, and when we go to a game (usually for some tourist- or corporate perk-related reason), we annoy everyone around us by getting up at inopportune times, chatting throughout crucial plays, and constantly asking, "why's he doing that?"
Which is why we're so into Andrew Morbitzer! Morbitzer is the guy who got up on Sunday right before Barry was up to bat and was waiting in line for peanuts (after they ran out of BBQ at the Say Hey Sausage stand) when he heard a loud roar from the crowd, looked up, and a ball fell into his hands. He then got whisked away by security, before he even had a chance to pick up his order (two beers, a BBQ sandwich, and peanuts), as his wife was wondering what the heck was taking him so long.
Morbitzer paid $17 for bleacher tickets, and had the presence of mind to say that Sunday was the best day of his life, after his wedding last year. Hail to the casual baseball fan and how he for once finally comes out on top!
