I have never caught a ball at a baseball game. Not a foul ball, not a home run ball, not even a batting practice ball. There have been opportunities, I guess. Twice, I was at a Fresno Grizzlies game when my buddy went home with a ball (once a foul ball, once a home run off the bat of Joe Thurston) that I could have fought for. And the line drive foul ball at Progressive Field that would have thumped me in the chest if I didn't lean to the left probably should have been mine if I had had the presence of mind to pick it up right away (or, you know, put down my beer and reach out for it!). But, however you slice it, I've gone home empty-handed throughout my long baseball-going career.
Well, I guess that's not entirely true. I was lucky enough to sit in some special seats at Miller Park near the Brewers bullpen one day in 2009. The pitching coach tossed the Terrific Girlfriend a ball as he and Yovani Gallardo walked into the bullpen before the game started and, later, Clau...
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