Kick me out of the ballgame...kick me out of...

Bunch o' crap. So anyways, in the 8th inning it started raining. Everyone came down to where the concessions are to keep dry. We look over, and we see the video camera guy getting ready to film some people. So I figure I'll run over and get in on the action. You know, I would kinda like to be on TV too. So I get over there and this person says, "If you're not in the family, you have to leave," and they push me. So I left and walked back to where Ryan, Mark, and Dana are (about 20 ft away). So then I yell at the top of my lungs, "Fuck your family" while the guy is shooting. Well it didn't take the Security crew long to come over. They asked for my ID, as if I was going to give it to them. I just took my piece of pizza and flew down the steps. The guy followed me all the way down. I get outside of the gate and proceed to flip him off and start talking shit. All in a days work my friend, all in a days work. There always has to be some drama with me.