Arizona: where they strip civil rights from Latinos and foul balls from little girls.
Let's face it: the only reason people go to baseball games anymore is to snag a foul ball, forge Babe Ruth's signature on it, and then sell it on eBay (subtract the price of the ticket and concessions, and the profit margins are slim). But just because we're all greedy counterfeiters at heart doesn't mean we can't treat one another with common courtesy and respect when we're out at the ballpark. Ultimately, when you rip a ball out of a little girl's hands, that's going to reflect poorly on you. And when that little girl figures out where daddy hides his gun and avenges the souvenir that's rightfully hers, that's also going to reflect poorly on you.
They can't hear the kid crying over their own selfish douchebaggery.
Because kids can be replaced, but foul balls are forever.
His boyfriend skills are even worse than the anchor's newscasting skills.
He's a regular Robin Hood, stealing from the young to give to the younger.
At least when she explains to teachers that her bruises were from a "fall," it will be true.
In fairness, she hesitated, so clearly it's OK to engage her in mortal combat.
Like watching bums fight over a discarded spare rib, but far less human.