DJF Cam: Weekend Edition

Jamey Carroll was clearly neglected as a child.


The Gay Pride Parade in Toronto this weekend brought out all sorts to the Colorado series. This one was special because he maintained that he was a heterosexual while dancing up a storm to everything that played over the stadium soundsystem and remarking that disco isn't dead with a lisp.


Overcompensating.



As much as I enjoy the adoration of DJF fans, let's keep the focus on the players while we're at the game. Thanks, though. I appreciate the thought.


This usher had the audacity to sing along with his iPod while I drunkenly exited the game and then not expect me to take his picture and post it. I was polite enough to ask him if I could take his photo, but when he said "no," I grabbed one anyway.


These two fellas snuck down into the seats in front of us, but whereas DJF sneak into seats with a panache that doesn't get us caught, these newbies were immediately called out by the usher. He actually said it was cool if they sat there, but they had to maintain a low profile. A third of an inning later, they were screaming at Garret Atkins for being a bum and garnered the unwanted attention of the Grand Wizard of The Usher Klan, who left to get the cops to kick them out.

After he left, the low ranking usher who let them stay in the seats actually said, verbatim (read: as best as I can remember), "What the fuck? I told you to maintain a low profile. It's only by my own benevolence that you're down here . . . only by my benevolence and you screwed it up."


Speaking of security at Rogers Centre, this mental patient had his high-powered rifle and scope confiscated before he even got to his seats (which he kept referring to as his blind).


Basically, the best thing you can do when your likeness gets put up on Jays Vision is have a stroke in front of 30,000 plus people.


As you know, we at DJF are big fans of being a man at the ballgame. The number one rule of being a man at the ballgame is always giving away baseballs you happen to catch to a nearby kid (even if he's obviously an overpriveleged little brat who's going to grow up to be a real peckerhead).

I'm immensely proud to say that my brother, Joshua, got his hands on a baseball and immediately tossed it over to this future peckerhead. Good job, Josh.