Ever caught a foul/home run ball?
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I reckon I've attended 150-200 MLB games in my lifetime. To date, I've never walked out of a baseball stadium with cowhide unless I paid for it. It's at the top of the bucket list -- very near feeding sharks in a chain mail suit. But I digress.
I've come very close a number of times, but two anecdotes stand out:
1) Circa 1992. Arlington Stadium with four buddies from college. Rangers vs. Yankees. Seats were approximately 10 rows behind the New York dugout on the third base side. Dion James (!) up to bat. He swung lefty, so my awareness was heightened. Sure enough, here it came: a liner headed toward the general vicinity of my bare palm. I practically had the curtain call planned out before the ball got to me. The moment it hit my hand, let's just say that things went terribly awry. Almost simultaneously, roughly 200 pounds of force tried to enter my body from the back. That's right, one of my idiot friends on my left felt like he had a better bead on the ball, all the while I was lunging a couple of feet toward the aisle -- on my right. When I finally came to and with the ball nowhere to be found, I then set my sights on a public homicide. For about five seconds it sounded oh so appealing, but instead I decided to go purchase the largest beer available for consumption.
2) Circa 2001. Enron Field with my closest homie. Astros vs. Expos. Seats about 15 rows up in the right-field stands. Vladimir Guerrero was far and away my favorite baseball player at the time, and it stayed that way until he retired. Prior to the game, I recall thinking about how many of my limbs I've part with for a tater remnant from Vlad the Impaler. Well, it very nearly happened that day. Around the fourth inning, VG golfed one out to left and damn near hit the train. Then, three innings or so later, my dream almost came true. He connected on a pitch that looked to be about half a foot off the plate (man I miss him) and sent it for a ride -- in my direction. The ball ultimately tailed far enough away that it prevented my genitals from scraping the heads of about three rows worth of people. I immediately -- and I mean immediately -- turned to my friend and asked how much he thought it would take. "A lot," he said. "Look." I quickly turned and witnessed a pathetic sight. Not only did the Houston fan who caught the ball not throw it back (defying raucous chants), but he got up, cupped the ball with both hands, and acted like he was a running back who just found a crease. He literally left the game, and I literally threw up in my own mouth a little. My friend then turned to me in jest and said, "At this point, only thing I can think of is to follow him to the parking lot, kick his ass and take the ball." As I bolted from my seat murmuring "that's the best idea I've heard in a long time," my amigo grabbed my shirt and told me that I had to let it go. 'Twas painful, but I complied.
Okay, brethren, let's read it. Who here has returned home with a free souvenir? Or came painstakingly close?
I've come very close a number of times, but two anecdotes stand out:
1) Circa 1992. Arlington Stadium with four buddies from college. Rangers vs. Yankees. Seats were approximately 10 rows behind the New York dugout on the third base side. Dion James (!) up to bat. He swung lefty, so my awareness was heightened. Sure enough, here it came: a liner headed toward the general vicinity of my bare palm. I practically had the curtain call planned out before the ball got to me. The moment it hit my hand, let's just say that things went terribly awry. Almost simultaneously, roughly 200 pounds of force tried to enter my body from the back. That's right, one of my idiot friends on my left felt like he had a better bead on the ball, all the while I was lunging a couple of feet toward the aisle -- on my right. When I finally came to and with the ball nowhere to be found, I then set my sights on a public homicide. For about five seconds it sounded oh so appealing, but instead I decided to go purchase the largest beer available for consumption.
2) Circa 2001. Enron Field with my closest homie. Astros vs. Expos. Seats about 15 rows up in the right-field stands. Vladimir Guerrero was far and away my favorite baseball player at the time, and it stayed that way until he retired. Prior to the game, I recall thinking about how many of my limbs I've part with for a tater remnant from Vlad the Impaler. Well, it very nearly happened that day. Around the fourth inning, VG golfed one out to left and damn near hit the train. Then, three innings or so later, my dream almost came true. He connected on a pitch that looked to be about half a foot off the plate (man I miss him) and sent it for a ride -- in my direction. The ball ultimately tailed far enough away that it prevented my genitals from scraping the heads of about three rows worth of people. I immediately -- and I mean immediately -- turned to my friend and asked how much he thought it would take. "A lot," he said. "Look." I quickly turned and witnessed a pathetic sight. Not only did the Houston fan who caught the ball not throw it back (defying raucous chants), but he got up, cupped the ball with both hands, and acted like he was a running back who just found a crease. He literally left the game, and I literally threw up in my own mouth a little. My friend then turned to me in jest and said, "At this point, only thing I can think of is to follow him to the parking lot, kick his ass and take the ball." As I bolted from my seat murmuring "that's the best idea I've heard in a long time," my amigo grabbed my shirt and told me that I had to let it go. 'Twas painful, but I complied.
Okay, brethren, let's read it. Who here has returned home with a free souvenir? Or came painstakingly close?
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Shared this story before. In the very early 1970's my dad took my brother and me to a Tigers game. We managed to score right behind the visitors dugout, seats. Billy Martin was picking up the BP balls and when my dad told him what a great job he was doing managing the team, Martin tossed him a ball.
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Summer 2006 we are a section past 3rd base sitting in row five in the first four seats. My Dad is in seat one and I am in seat two with my four year old daughter on my lap. Ryan Freel screams a liner right at my Dad's open toed sandal foot. On the fly it hit me Dad's foot and fell behind the seat in front of him. I saw nothing as I was covering up my daughter by lying on top of her as I put her down by my feet. She grabs the ball in front of her and I pick her up like the Lion King and show her to the crowd holding the ball. One of my proud Dad moments.
Summer 2012 we are sitting top deck in center field. Nyjer Morgan is warming up his arm between innings. My now 10 year old daughter waves her hands for the ball and Nyjer tosses it up, way up toward us. Some D'bag Cardinal fan runs into me and my daughter to try and steal the ball. I got a hand on it and wedged it between the railing and cement while elbowing said D'bag. Gave the ball to my daughter.
Here she is with Nyjer in the background.
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During approx 150-175 major league games, I've touched 3 foul balls .... but sadly, all got away.
I did go to a game in the Kingdome once, with a friend who is 6' 6". Little Joey Cora popped up a high, soft foul ball down the 3rd base line, and my buddy Doug caught it with one hand. It was to date Doug's first and only MLB game ... unfair!
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Got several during BP as we often sat in the left field bleachers. Getting there early, back then, there weren't many people out there so was pretty easy to get balls. However, those were pre-game.
Been close to foul balls and home runs countless times but still never caught my own during a game.
One game I was there with my cousin who is like my brother. We were off the third base line about even with the third base bag. Maybe 15 rows up. I think it was Rafael Ramirez of the Braves hit a little foul ball. My cousin caught it. Since I was the family sports memorabilia collector I assume I was taking it home. Then he gave it to the little kid sitting behind us.
Another time at Shea Stadium - about 1998 I would say. Dodgers v. Mets. We were sitting in right field, deep and pretty high up. Butch Husky, I believe it was, hit one up there. All but one of us were big sports fans and we all reached up to grab it. My other cousin, the non sports fan of the group, didn't stand up and the ball literally, and softly, fell into his lap. Lol!
A few years ago at ATT there was a controversial homerun/foul ball hit by a Giant. I don't remember his name and I don't remember if they determined it to be fair or foul. It was right down the first base line. We were walking across that area near the foul line on top of the wall. It's like a bridge/walkway area. The ball brushed my finger tips and they hurt for a week but I didn't catch it.
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A few years back, they had a much shorter net behind home plate than the current version. I was standing in the aisle next to my seat, stretching my legs. Somebody bunted a ball foul and popped it up. It floated over the net ever so slowwwwwwwwwwwwly. Right to me. Couldn't have come any more directly or any more softly if somebody had tossed the ball underhand to me.
And I dropped it.
I was able to grab ti real quick but man was that embarrassing. My friend who sits in front of us (a season ticketholder like me) gives me crap about that at least four or five times a season.
My Mom and Dad used to take my friends and I to see the Pawtucket Red Sox for my birthday. It was either 77 or 78 when I turned 10 or 11. I was gabbing with one of my friends to the left of me and, <thunk>, a foul ball bounced off of the seat to the right of me and up a few rows to someone who nabbed it. Never have I been that close but so far away from a foul ball!
I now take my son to spring training and regular season games. We get there 2 hours before game time when the gates open and camp out in right field waiting for the balls to come down the line during batting practice. Each time, my son and I walk out of the park with at least 1 ball and quite often I find myself shagging them and am able to give away a few to the kids running around like screaming meemies. Lots of fun but technically, not a foul/HR ball.
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