Let this be a friendly reminder that texting at the ballpark is a crime against nature and the baseball gods will smite you down in the form of a Prince Fielder home-run.
Keep your eye on the game folks. You know, the reason you actually left your house and attended this game.
Also, what is up with that douche who caught the ball and those lame ass hand signs he’s flashing? Maybe it’s the shirt, or the hair cut, or the lame hand sign, or the cocky smile, but I really, really, really hate that guy.