Very gracious and magnanimous of you, Junior. Not so much for me.
This past July I had to spend a couple of weeks in Vegas - meeting pot of the world. Lots of Dodger fans sporting their gear. Course they had no relevance in my life then (other than Justin Turner and Alex Wood being on my fantasy team) and small smattering of Astro fans who returned my "Let's go, Astros!" bugling.
But oddly, second only to the Dodgers and far outnumbering Astros, there were Texas Ranger fans. Obese waddling Arkies, Okies and Norte Texans lumbering about with their pudgy blank faced slack mouthed kids in tow. (Seriously, who brings kids to Vegas).
I'd see them on corners or in crosswalks and just as I was passing them I would yell, "Let's go, Astros!" they'd stop (even in the street), look around with their gap toothed mouth hanging open and yell, 'Hey!" to buy time for a snappier retort. About the time I'd hit the next block, I'd hear them say, "Well, you mighta beat us more times than we beat you this year but we've been laying the wood on you for the last five." Then a chorus of annoyed spectators would yell things like, "Who cares?" "Shut up!" and "Cross the street!"
If it happened once, it happened a dozen times.