You stay classy, Yankee Stadium

Last night, standing in line to use the men's room. It's a very crowded, unorganized approach to the idea of a queue. Lots of jostling and aggressive alpha-dog-style eye contact.

Big, giant, thick-necked, tattooed fat man turns to me: "I'm gonna piss on your head. Right there on your head. And your hair will grow back. Like a Chia Pet. I'm gonna piss on your head and you're gonna grow a head full of grass."

And that was before he found out that I was a Red Sox fan.