Is this guy a bucket full of douche for stepping over this old bag of bones for a baseball? Of course. There’s no denying that. But you wanna know what? It’s a live ball sitting in the flowers. And not just any live ball, Maikel Franco’s first ever dinger. Sure, there shouldn’t be an outright melee for the ball like it’s McGwire’s 62nd or Barry Bonds’ 756th, but that thing still has some value. And it’s not like she didn’t have a chance. If Nanny learns to catch the ball with two hands and she’s walking out of that ballpark with something more than just osteoporosis. I’m not saying what he did was right, but let’s not FULLY give into this pussification of society just yet. It’s a dog eat dog world, and Granny’s wearing Milk-Bone underwear.