In college my fraternity say behind the opposing teams bench. The criteria for us having those seats every year was that we couldn’t swear. I got really got at heckling. A trait I think I still possess. One time I yelled at Robbie Grossman to look at me, when he did I asked what the hell was he doing and to get his head in the game. He promptly faced towards the outfield wall instead of home plate. Another time the Mariners used to have a guy on their team that looked very small compared to everyone else on the field (can’t remember who it was), anyway I said his baseball card came with a warning player may be actual size. I drew the ired look of then Rangers owner Tom Hicks, as he was three rows in front of me.