Last game at RFK. Two season ticket holders sitting next to me, aging jock guy scoring the game, young stud helping him. Argument ensues over what happened during the last inning. Much bickering and name calling. Old guy holding the scorecard at arm's length trying to read it.
Young guy ends the argument with "Shut up, old man, or I'll punch you in the bi-focals."
It was a beer through the nose moment.
