Great post.
For me, I'd have to say it was George Brett. Well, it was kinda George Brett. He was the bait anyway. I was at a game with my grandparents when I was about 15 years old. Morganna, aka the Kissing Bandit, hopped out of the stands and ran, well she sorta ran...if you could call it that...with body parts flying in many untethered directions, as she eventually made it to Brett to plant a kiss on his cheek. I was mesmerized for that short bit of time until my grandmother tried to cover my eyes. Thank you George Brett.
Rob M.
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