When I was in the eighth grade, my friends Keith, Tohru, and I went to a New York Mets game. Back then, the Mets were pretty bad. So it comes as no surprise that we were easily bored.
We were sitting in the upper deck, and somehow decided to throw packets of ketchup and mustard down on the crowds below for our amusement. We opened the packets and with a flourish and laughter sent them to the lower decks.
We didn't think anything would happen to us until the middle of the sixth inning when a large muscular man with a pea green military jacket came up to our level. His bald head was covered with ketchup and mustard. We were shocked and scared, but said nothing except for a brief “Oh shit.” from Keith. The man scanned the crowd and noticed a wiry Hispanic boy laughing at him.
The man got enraged and started to hit and kick the boy. Keith, Tohru, and I slowly backed away towards the exit. When the man was going to hit the boy again a police officer tried to intervene, but the man seemed to get even angrier and started to hit the police officer and his associates. The last image we saw he was being whisked away by a small army of officers with his arms flailing.
Life Lesson 68: The golden rule applies everywhere from lowest ocean to the highest mountain, and every baseball stadium in between. Do unto others as you would want done unto you, and remember when it rains it pours, and always be careful of rain that is any color other than clear.
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