I was five years old, almost six. Family had seasons tx just inside first base , right field side, huge crowd because the yankees were in town. Ball bounced of some dudes hands just behind me and right into my lap and I caught it in my hands. Pile of "adults" jumped on me and some asshole tore it out of my hands. I hope he died of gone cancer young. Batter was Mickey Mantle. At least that's what my dad told me. He was part of the pile.
Next was middle of high school. I got sent to get everybody food. Hated that. I got to the top of the tunnel just behind angel's dugout and started to turn up the few steps and saw everyone stand up around me. I looked up as the ball smashed right in the middle of hot dogs, peanuts (warm paper bags) and mustard flew everywhere. Keep it in the glove compartment and have Never gotten into a car accident. Batter was Rick Miller . Bo sox.
Next was a screaming foul bowl ( before they put the nets up) that hit the girl behind me from my current seats that I have had for more than a decade. Hit her right in the face as I ducked . Blood everywhere. Pretty college girl crying like a toddler. So I gave her the ball as she was escorted to go get some stitches. Nasty cut. She didn't even say thank you.
Last one was a Mike Trout foul ball that I caught in my hat 5 years ago. Man did that thing take forever to come down.
So I have two of them. One still sits in my car. Anyone get more? sc
Foul ball stories.
I was five years old, almost six. Family had seasons tx just inside first base , right field side, huge crowd because the yankees were in town. Ball bounced of some dudes hands just behind me and right into my lap and I caught it in my hands. Pile of "adults" jumped on me and some asshole tore it out of my hands. I hope he died of gone cancer young. Batter was Mickey Mantle. At least that's what my dad told me. He was part of the pile.
Next was middle of high school. I got sent to get everybody food. Hated that. I got to the top of the tunnel just behind angel's dugout and started to turn up the few steps and saw everyone stand up around me. I looked up as the ball smashed right in the middle of hot dogs, peanuts (warm paper bags) and mustard flew everywhere. Keep it in the glove compartment and have Never gotten into a car accident. Batter was Rick Miller . Bo sox.
Next was a screaming foul bowl ( before they put the nets up) that hit the girl behind me from my current seats that I have had for more than a decade. Hit her right in the face as I ducked . Blood everywhere. Pretty college girl crying like a toddler. So I gave her the ball as she was escorted to go get some stitches. Nasty cut. She didn't even say thank you.
Last one was a Mike Trout foul ball that I caught in my hat 5 years ago. Man did that thing take forever to come down.
So I have two of them. One still sits in my car. Anyone get more? sc