Baseball Coaches are whoremongers.
The worst case of mistaken identity that I have even been part of was when I was in the states travelling around with some mates. I had bought a random baseball cap somewhere because I thought that it was the done thing, and it kept the sun out of my eyes when I was driving etc etc. Should have done my research really.

I think it might have been an atlanta braves cap actually but it was irrelevent to me as i didnt really care what team it was. Anyway, we had stopped at a service station just outside miami and we were sitting outside eating lunch.

This middle aged bloke wanders by and glances at us and, you guessed it, does a movie style double take at my baseball cap. So be waddles up to our picnic table and starts *trying* to argue with me over 'my baseball team'. He was going on about how my coach went with prostitutes and it was really filthy and un-christian and he was going to hell. So I just told him the truth about just buying a random hat. My mates were sniggering like hell. Damn them. As soon as he heard my english accent though he got even more angry. He was pretty much shouting now, and all the people lazing outside started to stare even more.

He said how he couldnt believe how the english could be fans of baseball and particularly the atlanta braves led by their evil whore-mongering coach... it became too much and I just wanted to go so I shepherded my mates into the car with the dude following us and then I thought christ, why should I have to take all that crap, so before I got into the car (and more importantly while the engine was running) I shouted into his face "Yeah well your guy blows goats". Then zoink! Into the car and onto the motorway.

I actually think he tried to follow us for a few miles but i cant be sure.

So, er, ahem. I was mistaken for a baseball fan.

Length? Dude, that was some serious goaty goodness.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 5 Jun 2007, 16:47, Reply)