I spent nearly 9 innings watching Johnny Cueto pitch last night. With that said, If these three men walked into my apartment 20 minutes after the game was over, I would have no fucking idea which one to congratulate. I don't know if that makes me racist or inattentive, but it definitely makes me honest. As far as I am concerned, if any of those three are wearing Kansis City Royals gear then they are Johnny Cueto. You white? You Ben Affleck. You Dominican with dreads, a well kempt beard, and a Royals hat? You Johnny Cueto.
I think the bigger story here is that this interpretor was a true asshole. A true asshole that clearly finds the humor in his job, but a true asshole none the less. Trying to communicate with people that speak a different language is the most confusing shit in the world, and this guy just willingly let some in over his head local reporter make a complete ass of himself. Be better translator. If you weren't so proficient in two languages you would know the pain that guy is feeling right now. Poor bastard finally stepped out of his comfort zone and took a swing and you pulled the ball away from him like he's Charlie Brown. I think we have all been in a position where we have mistaken a person for someone else, and we have all felt incredibly dumb afterwards. That guy is never going to approach a person of latin descent ever again. His confidence is shattered. Remember in 'Happy Gilmore' when the caddy let's him walk up to the tee box when it's not his turn? Hey translator, where were ya on that one, dipshit? I'm not saying we should be responsible for the stupid mistakes of strangers. However, if all it takes is a tap on the shoulder and a whisper in the ear to save someone from making their job more excruciating then we should feel obligated to interject. You would want someone to do it for you. Pay it forward..or some such shit.
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