Mr. Life’s A Party Guy. Likes baseball only in that it provides him with a public venue to indulge his love for the spirits. Parks behind the outfield fence with his essentials: cooler stocked with cut-rate beer, pint of rot-gut, Big Gulp cup, and a truck bed or car trunk for cover. A social imbiber, he’s forever trying to get your attention to come join him. Has a kid on the team, but has no idea how he’s doing and likely can’t recognize him after the sixth inning. Handy guy to know for those early season contests when the wind chill makes you question the sanity of February baseball.