Chivalry really is dead

Do me a favor and check out this video:

What an idiot. I don't care what your past experience in baseball might be, the least you can do there is keep your body in front of it.

You might not catch it.

It might hurt like crazy.

But you cannot let it hit your date. Period.

I'll be the first to admit, I was never very good at judging pop flies. I was always a bit afraid of the ball.

I was sort of a terrible baseball player.

But, seriously? You choose seats where it's obvious a foul ball is going to come your way and then jump out of the way at the last minute as the ball nails your girlfriend? You, my friend, are scum.

I've got an idea, next time you take your girl on date, let's try not going to the ballpark. Why don't you take her to Chuck E. Cheese and see if you can protect her from those nice, soft balls from the ball pit?

We'll work our way back up to a Major League Baseball game.