In the wake of the Bryan Stow beating last year, police are going undercover in San Francisco’s AT&T Park, dressing up as Dodger fans as the Giants face their division rivals from L.A. In case you thought the sour relationship between the Giants and Dodgers was the only instance of special security, peruse this item from the NY Post. It turns out some raucous 49er fans acted like their shoe size instead of their age during the NFC Divisional Playoffs, forcing a few of San Francisco’s finest undercover in an effort to help guard the polite patches of timid NY Giants fans at Candlestick Park.
In all seriousness, the Bryan Stow incident (as well as the Nancy Kerrigan incident and the Toomer’s Corner incident, to name a few) is senseless and regrettable. We love sports, in part, because they stoke our passions. But whenever that passion is misplaced and threatens to seriously hurt a fan or an athlete, we should try to step back and remind ourselves that no game should ever have that much at stake. To argue anything else is very, very hard.
There are, however, some chuckles to be salvaged from this latest news about the City’s blues going incognito. If working the graveyard shift in gang territory with an inexperienced rookie is about the worst assignment you can get as a cop, going to a baseball game where the garlic fry breath hovers fog-like above McCovey Cove and the home crowd periodically erupts into pure jubilation has got to be about the best assignment you can get as a cop. It’s like flying as an undercover marshal on international flights, only it’s not as boring as watching paint dry. It’s like tricking Martha Stewart into perjuring herself, which actually sounds both difficult and enjoyable.
Watching a well-fought rivalry game, when the passions are tilted in the right way, is easy and enjoyable.
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