Tales From the Heckler, Part 1

From time to time, when we don't feel like writing anything -- just like the old days -- we'll be turning over the reigns to some folks who have either participated in, or bore witness to, supurb examples of extraordinary heckling. If you have any of your own you'd like to share, don't be shy.

From Adam and Pat from Boston:

Angels at Red Sox: We're in center field, and like every good hearted baseball fan, we're heckling the crap out of Chone Figgins (yes, chanted the way it's spelled). About the 6th or 7th inning, he gets an easy fly ball that's going to drop a bit in front of him. He jogs out and right as the ball is dropping in his glove the whole center field bleacher section yells out his name phonetically 'CHONE'. He completely misses the ball and a run scores. The next inning, he's manning 3rd base. We like to think he couldn't take it out there with us anymore.

From Nick:

I once spent a solid half-hour in the Kingdome calling Alan Embree 'Hombre' while he was warming up in the pen. Mispronouncing someone's last name is always good for kicks, bonus if you mispronounce it and slur it because you're drunk. Not sure if Alan Hombre is still in the majors. Another good heckle is if a guy spent any time on last year's world series champs but got cut, released or traded. Joel Pineiro comes to mind for last year, was with the Red Sox, then they remembered they were trying to win a championship and that Pineiro sucks. Always good to remind him of that.

From Steve:

I once had a vendor give me the finger in Candlestick Park. He was selling lemonade, holding it up in a clear plastic cup. From about thirty rows up, I screamed, 'URINE SAMPLE!' Thus, the finger.