You may remember on June 29th, the night Bonds hit his 750th home run, a homeless looking dude ran out on the field and shook hands with Barry. Well, turns out he wasn't homeless.
One of my buddies was sitting almost right next to the guy. Here's his brief on the shaggy-hippie man:
To clear up any confusion as to the young man who rushed the Giants field on Friday, June 29th, maybe I can provide some of the scoop. For those of you unfamiliar with the “drama” that went down during that otherwise common ballpark night, a man in his early 20’s managed to get on the field in the 7th inning. Security was probably taking an extended 7th inning stretch because the guy had time to go up to Bonds and shake his hand. Bonds (possibly feeling woozy from all the drugs in his system) returned the cordial gesture by wrapping his mammoth arms around the guy and gave him a “half-hug”. This hallmark moment was interrupted by the impending security force that surrounded the guy. Maybe love was in the air because they were surprisingly gentle with the intruder as they escorted him away.
My visual on the whole scene was a bit iffy not only due to the fact that I was a few beers deep and had upper deck seats, but there was one unmistakable truth about this guy…I knew who he was immediately! The entire game leading up to this event, a scruffy, hippie-wannabe kid sitting right behind me was yelling up a storm with his buddies. Yelling at the Giants. Yelling at the opposing Diamondbacks. Yelling at his roasted peanuts. Not in an obnoxious way. Just in a way that reminded me of Red Sox fans. (OK. So an obnoxious way!). He was clearly many beers ahead of me that night.
As soon as I recognized the guy, I took a look back at his friends he was with and saw the look on their faces. It was f-ing priceless! They had no idea he was planning on rushing the field. I doubt even the scruffy hippie had any idea he was planning on rushing the field. After the initial shock wore off, his friends proceeded to high five each other knowing full well this would be a great story for their grandchildren. Unfortunately for them, they probably didn’t realize they should have been scrounging around for money to bail their buddy out of jail.
Rumors surfaced that the guy was homeless, but I can definitely clear that rumor up. Hippies may look homeless, but this was no homeless guy. All-in-all it became a great story to tell after the game. I just wonder if the person who had the best view of the whole experience didn’t black out from all the booze.