An unnamed douche at an undated Red Sox game gets unseated in a manner most savage by a heroic security official. Showboating for the crowd only makes you an easier target, fucktaster. Getting the arms up is always a good idea. Having them over your head, however, leaves you open to the occasional shoulder charge, like the one this guy takes near the right field foul line. At least the drunkard knows the dimensions of Fenway. That short right field porch lends itself to a quick exit through the stands. That is, if you possess better speed than Harold Baines, which this schlub clearly does not.

[Big League Stew]