One stadium I played in had a "Thirsty Thursday" promotion, which gave out $1 draft beers to anyone who bought a bracelet that allowed them entry into the "beer garden". This beer garden just happened to be conveniently located right next to the visitor's bullpen. There was a Marine base about a mile from the stadium, and I believe the attendance listed for the game was somewhere in the neighborhood of 3,000 fans. The beer garden was pretty packed, mostly with young Marines enjoying a night out at the ball field. Let's just say that my fellow staff-mates and I had some interesting conversations, nearly none of which can be repeated here.
My personal favorite is when I happen to be at a game and in charge of the radar gun. For those of you who haven't had this (mis)fortune, the radar gun instantly makes you the most popular human being in the vicinity of the ballpark. Some time ago my college coach had a few of us at a prospect camp helping out, and I was in charge of the radar gun for the pitchers throwing bullpens. No less than a dozen times did this type of interaction happen:
Dad- "Excuse me...my son was that last pitcher. Would you mind telling me how hard he was throwing?"
Me- "Sure. He was 82-84."
Dad- "Really? Man, he's usually 87-88. Are you sure that's right?"
It took a lot for me to hold back from explaining to the parent that the $10/hour and free Subway lunch was worth more to me than lying about how hard the kid was throwing. So, I politely smiled and said maybe he was having an off day.
As a player I never paid too much attention to the comments that come out of the stands, but there are a lot of really unbelievable comments that come out of some people's mouths that make you scratch your head.