This is fun. Red Sox scout Gary Hughes lives in a town just outside of Santa Cruz, which is Giants country. The priest at his church decided to rib him over the Sox signing Pablo Sandoval away from the Giants and got the whole congregation to boo him.
I like this story for two reasons. One being that it’s a reminder that, even though baseball has long since died, we occasionally see signs that people actually care enough about it to have the occasional, fleeting feeling. Also: because it’s a reminder that, unlike the case a century or two ago, a church congregation/townspeople can be turned on someone without torches and pitchforks being brought out.
Or maybe that’s sad. A good old rampage of the townspeople can be a lot of fun.