Yoshinobu Yamamoto went the distance Saturday night — a 105-pitch, four-hit performance that felt downright intimate. He went all night, mixing six pitches, painting corners, and becoming the first man since Johnny Cueto — curls bouncing, windup swirling — to throw a World Series complete game since 2015.
Kevin Gausman matched him for a while, sitting down seventeen straight before Will Smith went Big Willie Style in the seventh and broke it open. Baseball like that — it hits different. You don’t just watch it; you feel it.
And yet, behind home plate, there he was: a man dressed as Colonel Sanders.
KFC Canada sent a white-suited mascot to Rogers Centre to push its “Zinger → Dinger” campaign — a stunt so greasy it could’ve been deep-fried in its own self-importance.
Shoutout to the man behind home plate in the Colonel Sanders outfit messing with the Dodgers Japanese players pic.twitter.com/qoFsDbOkYM
— Morgan Cameron Ross (@Morgan_C_Ross) October 26, 2025
For contrast, at a wedding that same night, I sat beside Colonel Steve Akley — a real Kentucky Colonel, the kind you earn for service, not marketing. Charitable, bourbon-savvy, a man of taste. Read about him here: ABV Network.
KFC’s mascot? Not quite the same breed. The company’s history reads like a bucket of bad press — rainforest sourcing scandals, tone-deaf ads, labor violations, and menu items that should come with cardiologist warnings. Nutritionists say the Zinger Stacker Box alone packs 1,330 calories, 64 grams of fat, and nearly twice a day’s sodium limit. Whoa.
Still, credit where it’s due — this wasn’t your first front-row circus. Down the line, the viral fan formerly known as Butt-Plug Guy re-emerged with his new homemade shirt: “I BET ON US — YOU?” Same seat, new slogan, same curse. The internet spotted him instantly — proof that fame doesn’t fade, it just changes fonts.
Big Dumper butt plug shirt is crazy pic.twitter.com/89jLxc7Cyq
— Jomboy Media (@JomboyMedia) October 13, 2025
Just watch the “I bet on us, you?” guy in the front row. Bro had a rough night as the k’s started to rack up 💀💀 pic.twitter.com/9TESAuLpfx
— JT (@stonecoldjt) October 26, 2025
At least Marlins Man in orange gets a pass. He’s been showing up for a decade, financing his own fandom, living out retirement the right way — with sunblock, confidence, and playoff tickets.
This is baseball’s modern theater: the greasy front-row economy, where every fan’s a brand, every inning a marketing opportunity. Remember the kid in neon green at Wrigley with the “$YES” hoodie? That wasn’t merch — it was a live-TV bet on Chicago’s temperature.
So I just spent $6700 to sit behind home plate at the Cubs playoff game,
Wore a hoodie that said $YES in huge letters for Kalshi,
Got posted on MLB's tiktok twice
All at 18 years old
Here's what happened🧵 pic.twitter.com/tVuN9FedEI
— morris (@morr1ss) October 12, 2025
Social media was supposed to be the distraction, but I’ve trained mine to do the opposite. My feed gives me pitching breakdowns on X, hitting clinics on YouTube Shorts, and actual highlights on IG. I want Will Smith launching 426 feet, not a corporate chicken suit taking up screen time.
Baseball delivered art. KFC delivered indigestion.
Meanwhile, emotion still belongs to the players’ families — ask George Springer’s father, who blasted Seattle fans for booing when his son took a 95-mph fastball off the knee. “Despicable,” he called it. And when Springer hit the go-ahead three-run shot to send Toronto to the World Series, his wife Charlie’s (nee Castro) Springer was the loudest voice in the stands — pure pride, pure joy, pure baseball.
George Springer's wife is loving that leadoff double! pic.twitter.com/aErqCncHpu
— FOX Sports: MLB (@MLBONFOX) October 26, 2025
Game 3 is Monday, first pitch 8 p.m. Eastern.
Max Scherzer will try to turn back the clock, again — again.
Get your Popeyes ready. Unplug the noise. Thank a real Colonel.
Bet on yourself — but don’t sell your soul.
