Randall Simon - Sausage Race Incident

Sausage Race Incident

On July 9, 2003, during the Milwaukee Brewers' "Sausage Race," in which four contestants wearing sausage costumes have a footrace on the field, Simon leaned over the dugout railing and hit college student Mandy Block (in the Italian sausage costume) with a bat, causing her to fall into the path of another racer. It should be noted that his bat struck only the top padded part of the costume, well above her head position, causing her to lose her balance. Block suffered only a scraped knee. Simon was questioned by police and later fined $432.10 for disorderly conduct. MLB suspended him for 3 games. He issued an apology - and an autographed bat - to Block. In addition, later that year, Mandy Block received a complimentary trip to Curaçao, (Simon's home island) for two persons from the Curaçao Tourism Board. When he returned to Miller Park later that year as a member of the Chicago Cubs, he purchased Italian Sausages for an entire section, and during the race, his teammates playfully held him back until all the sausages passed the dugout

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