Exhibit One: two weeks ago the Mets let her watch the game from Jerry Seinfield’s luxury box during their game vs. the Padres. First of all – she showed up at a sporting event wearing nothing but a leather jacket and a bikini. (insert eye roll here) I don’t care who you are – that’s never ok. She then proceeded to give the bird to fans trying to take her picture.
Exhibit Two: Lady headed to Yankee stadium and crashed the clubhouse. I think this might be the only time in history that any man has been less than thrilled to be greeted by a tall, blonde woman in nothing but a bra, underwear and sports jersey. Why were they pissed? Well, besides the fact that they had just lost the game, they had to wait to finish speaking with press, who wasn’t allowed to enter until Gaga exited.
Gaga, I love you, but baseball isn’t Hollywood, and you’re not Lindsay Lohan. Put on some clothes and get a grip on yourself, woman – you’re embarrassing yourself. (Not to mention, pick a NY team and do your roots some justice: you’re from Manhattan after all).
Just as an afterthought, I really hope Gags wasn’t shocked by her less-than-warm welcome in both stadiums. These are baseball fans, not paparazzi. They don’t think 2-foot tall hair and rhinestone nipples are cute. Those fans weren’t taking your picture because you are Lady Gaga – they were taking your picture because they found it hysterical someone actually went in public, to a baseball game nonetheless, half-dressed and looking like the morning after. On one hand I feel slightly bad ripping her shit, but on the other, homegirl was asking for it.
