Mr. Over-Zealous Foul Ball Catcher

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Today we salute you, Mr. Over-Zealous Foul Ball Catcher.

(Mr. Over-Zealous Foul Ball Catcher)

You're nowhere close to that foul ball headed toward the bleachers, who cares? You're going for it.

(That ball's mine)

Hot dog vendors, old ladies, infants, you mow them over like a diesel powered combine.

(YEAH!!)

Ashamed of your souvenir pervert? Hardly. You scratch and gouge your way to the ball like a blood thirsty wolverine.

(You're a feisty rodent)

So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light Mr. Bully of the Bleachers, because why pay for a souvenir when you can fight for one?

(Mr. Over-Zealous Foul Ball Catcher)