You had to have seen him in Game One of the World Series. In the pricey seats right behind home plate? Wearing the bright orange Marlins jersey in the sea of Royal blue? Looking very much like a fish in the water? Oh yeah, THAT guy. The Marlins Guy.
The story around is that the Royals’ management was none too thrilled to have him sit where he sat, potentially introducing the logo of another franchise into every standard shot of an at-bat taken from the center field camera. So they offered him swag and a suite to lure him away. He didn’t bite. But he later talked to reporters about the bait and let the catfish out of the bag.
This story surprised me a little. Here in KC, we’re supposed to be all big toothy smiles, midwesterny and friendly, welcoming everyone. Even guys wearing the ugliest uniform ever invented. (Oh yes, and I include the mustard-and-brown schemes of San Diego from the early ’70s, the White Sox foray into short pants of 1976 and the ghastly orange, yellow and umber horizontal stripes of the Astros in the ’80s. The teal and orange look is so ugly it hurts my feelings.)
Assuming the guy is telling the truth about the situation, management should have taken his presence as a compliment. Marlins Guy is reportedly a single, never married, work comp attorney from Florida who has no kids. He loves going to big games and drops considerable bucks to do so. His attendance, along with the 40,000 plus appropriately attired others, is just another indicator of how far the Royals have come.
So he should have been welcomed with open arms. Maybe even given a big slab of ribs and sauce. And perhaps a big blue bib or maybe even a poncho as a thoughtful courtesy. You know, just so he wouldn’t dribble on himself.