Bill Simmons is the fucking WORST.
“How do you feel about a guy with his own name on the back of his jersey?” Simmons asked, pointing out a man a few rows in front of us in a Dodgers shirt, the name “Scotty G” written across the back. “It’s like a double violation. You’d never see that a Red Sox game.”
A little later, Simmons spotted a trio of heavyset women in tank tops and cut-off jeans shorts, drinking what appeared to be frozen daiquiris out of plastic Dodger cups. “Look, it’s ‘Sex and the City’!” he said.