The title comes from the time when I did stats for the local American Legion baseball team, and we went to Cherryville, NC for a game. They were our main rivals in Area IV, and there wasn't much love between the teams and their fans. Something had happened in a game earlier in the season where I shot off my mouth and when we met them in the playoffs, the manager made sure to put my name on the lineup just to see what kind of reaction i would get. Turns out they remembered what I said, because when the PA announcer called out my name, I was raucously booed. It was at that moment when I found out just why the bad guys in wrestling love to be booed!
