What do you do when you spit a fleck of hot dog bun on the guy sitting in front of you at the Twins game?

I’m at the Twins game last night, and I’m explaining to my 9 year old son the beauty and skill involved in Torii Hunter’s tag up from 2nd base to 3rd base, on a long fly ball to right-center field.

Unfortunately, for the twenty-something sitting in front of me, I hadn’t quite finished off one of my seven, $1.00 hot dogs and I promptly projected a fleck of soggy bun onto the dude’s hair. The guy had that kind of spiky hair that pretty much every white guy under the age of 26 maintains, any my fleck, for I still considered it mine, rode about halfway up one his shorter hairs, in what I consider to be the “Pine-Needle Region,” located in the upper-back portion of the cranium.

My immediate reaction was to try and fish it out of there, but, thankfully, I stopped myself figuring it would only cause much embarrassment to both parties. Though it would have generated wonderful Blog material.