This guy in the red shirt at Monday night's Kansas City Royals game is becoming one of the hottest topics in baseball.
The picture above is in the 8th innings of a 3-to-1 game. The rest of the crowd seems relatively impressed with the strikeout that just occurred.
In the bottom of the inning, he did what most people in the nice seats do in the late innings of games of losing teams; he got on the phone to old girlfriends.
An inning later, though, out came the book:
From what I could tell, it's David Baldacci's Zero Day, and he's almost at the end.
I know what you're thinking, purists: "Who goes to the ballpark to read?"
Check out this scene late in Tuesday's blowout at Target Field:
(h/t: Busted Coverage)
The one and only professional hockey game I've ever attended was with book in hand. I don't know who the home team played. I don't know the score. I don't know who won. But the book I've read and re-read dozens of times since. Frank Herbert's Dune.
It was a family event while I was in high school, and I didn't then (and still don't) care at all for watching hockey (or any other sport for that matter).
I've heard the Surly Bandwagon is excellent, I might go to a game just to try it.
Every fan you circled is sitting in some of the most dangerous seats in the stadium. For all we know, the next frame of that photo could be Schoppach's bat flying out of his hands and hitting any one of them in the head. Pay attention during pitches.
Who reads at a game? I do. I do my darndest to not go to games because I've no interest in major league sports but sometimes I have to. It's much easier to read at games these days. My phone is synched with my Kindle and while I'm reading books, I look like I'm checking messages. People sometimes would be unhappy about my reading a book. No one has said a thing about my reading a book on my phone.