The fan— decked out head-to-toe in O's gear— who won the tug of war scolded the woman on the losing end of the tug and handed the projectile over to the kid a few seats over.
It's no wonder. The guy sitting next to the kid had a slight resemblance to Oriole's popular legend Cal Ripken and— as anyone in Baltimore knows— what Cal wants, Cal gets— seemingly even Ripken doppelgangers.
Even if the kid wasn't with Cal II, everyone cheered and— amazingly— no one was hurt except for maybe the lady who got the pointed finger in her face.