Call Him "Crazy"

Ray takes his hat off, looks at it. "You've got it inside out," the woman next to the drunk guy says.

"Did he start partying early in the day?" the wine drinker wonders.

Royals pitcher Octavio Dotel throws a pitch to Tadahito Iguchi with two runners on base, and the White Sox go ahead 3 to 1. The sky threatens to rain hard again.

Ray makes it out to the gate leading to the parking lot, somehow trading the destroyed cowboy hat for three brand-new ones on the way. His anger has already melted off.

"I didn't like it in there," he admits with a big grin. "That guy was kind of a jerk to me. So was the one I knew from high school. There are a lot of jerks in there. He was making fun of my hat because it didn't look like his. I'm not a hat expert."

He shrugs. "I don't like the Royals," he says. "I'm much more a Chiefs fan."

As he exits the stadium, the gate guy recognizes him and waves. "Hi, Ray!"

It's the same gate worker who let him in free back when he walked to the stadium with a broken ankle. He knows Kansas City's craziest fan in person, not from the radio.

"Nah," the guy says. "I listen to 810."