Barb’s Burblings

I was at the O’s game tonight (but let’s not talk about that), and, of course, was surrounded by Yankees fans. In fairness, the ones right around me weren’t too bad. The couple behind me were idiots, but they weren’t loud. And around the 7th inning, I was ready to smack the kid next to me once he decided to start yelling “O’s suck!” a lot. (I may have yelled “OOH, COULDN’T EVEN HIT THE WARNING TRACK!” in the kid’s face when some Yankee flied out and the kid was all, “Get out of here!” even though the ball was obviously going to stay in the yard.) (This was possibly not my proudest moment.) But for the most part, the loud idiots were well behind me. This meant that I could focus my attention on the shirt of the guy in front of me:

At first I was fine with it, and was pleased to see that at least it wasn’t a 2009 World Series Champions shirt. (I was amazed at the number of people who had bought the official one. Seriously, very few knock-offs. Which is kind of sad, but when I was shopping for a Christmas present for my father, I discovered how hard it was to find non-official merchandise online.)

And then I took a closer look. This was obviously a knockoff. I started getting annoyed at the “East Division.” Nowhere on the shirt does it say “American League.” It’s not the MLB has a single “East Division.” It has, in fact, two of them.

Yes, my annoyance level was already somewhat high, but this just got to me after a while. (Obviously. I mean, I went to the trouble of taking a picture.)

Also, what’s up with the flag?