Frankly, Thomas had heard enough

Flipper the bird!....He’s an F-bomb, baby…yeah!

After Frank Thomas grounded into a double play in his final at-bat, the big, loud man hurled a few more choice words as Thomas trotted, head down, toward the dugout. Thomas looked up and glared.

“F—- you,” he said. Then he disappeared down the dugout steps as the heckler and his friends erupted in laughter. There were kids in the vicinity when Thomas addressed his tormentor. Thomas makes no apologies. The fan got too close and was too “nasty,” he said. “When they start screaming over the dugout, then you’re in my domain,” he said.

...“I’m doing everything I can possibly do right now. Sorry, I’m not something where you can just press the back, like a machine. Things aren’t going well, and Friday night, I got one strike in five at-bats. You can only do what you’re capable of doing out there.

“And for people to say what they were saying, after I hadn’t played in six days ... I’m not a child. I’m not a rude man, but when you engage me in that type of act, you’d better be ready for a response.”