A couple of years ago I took the family up to Shea to see the Nats and Mets. As luck would have it, as we were heading up the ramps to get to our level upstairs, who is walking down the same ramp but Stan! We're all decked out in our Nats gear, no one else around, I say hi, and the doofus idiot doesn't even acknowledge us. Maybe if I had had some Philly regalia on. 
AH, so the source of all your sourness is revealed.
