Counterpoint: permanent brain damage is the only way to ensure a two-year-old remembers attending a baseball game.

I know, funny joke, haha, but that guy literally has downcast eyes (not a neck bent to check the beer), as if he’s just seen something awful and traumatic, and since he is a real person who did see something traumatic, maybe we shouldn’t be anonymous dicks to him on the internet...?

This guy’s level of concern is touching. Pretty sure he’s looking down to see if he spilled any of his beer…

One of the only things I ever remember about the law in a class I took was that none of those disclaimers and waivers mean anything until a court of law says so.

They could put in the fine print of the ticket that you have to eat Jim Crane’s ass before you’re escorted to your seat in the lower level, doesn’t mean they can enforce that.

Maybe not.

Oh, an infant can’t react to a line drive hit at it? Thanks for clearing that up. Sorry I didn’t make it obvious for you, but I was trying to get at the fact that an infant is the smallest target in a large group of people where at least one of them should have every instinct to protect them.

How does an infant (I’m guessing sitting on someone’s lap) get hit by a baseball in a sea of people? It’s not like this was a Rays game...

Hopefully the kid survives to sue the dumbshits who brought a 2 year old to a baseball game.

Yep...baseball being a potentially dangerous spectator sport is in no way new information, just as it isn’t new information that there are certain locations in ballparks where the risk of being hit by a ball is increased.

Agreed, it’s like taking your kid front row to a NASCAR race and being upset that metal shrapnel is flying all over the two of you when someone puts it in the wall.

At the very least give the infant a glove and a fighting chance 

Safety aside, from an enjoyment perspective, I don’t know why you would bring a 2-year-old child to a baseball game, it can’t possibly be fun for anyone involved. And if you can afford the lower deck, you can afford a sitter.

I appreciate that nuance is always the enemy in this conversation but:

Good recount of Papa Kushner’s villainy, but you’re missing another outrageously petty detail: he had the tape of the sting delivered on his nephew’s birthday, presumably so that his sister would have to struggle to keep a happy face for her son while dealing with the hurtful and humiliating video.  Kushner’s…

Ivanka: “Just think honey, Daddy’s blood is like pudding, all we need to do is wait a little longer, and you know, Daddy’s leaving the White House to me anyways.”

That photo looks like the cover of a creepy Christian romance novel. 

Well if I was related to those complicit nazi assholes, I wouldn’t want anything to do with them either. I wouldn’t be quiet about my brother being involved in child torture camps either, so fuck that guy too.

There’s a term for it (well, at least there’s a term for it in one of my friend groups, wherein we had one such couple): dopplebangers.

Man, they look like twins.  It’s so creepy when people partner with people who are their spitting image.