One of the only 10 (general estimate) games I ever went to was a birthday party, and the birthday boy’s mom caught the ball. For the longest time I thought ball catching was a very lucky/uncommon but generally normal occurrence. Has my whole life been a lie?I’ve gotten close so many times. I had one right in the glove when I was 12 but the ass hole behind me ripped it right out. That was the closest I’ve ever gotten. Everything else was within a row or just missed my section.
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About 12-13 years ago I received tickets to a Blue Jays game, 15 rows behind the jays dug out. This is a time before protective netting in what seems like obvious areas. My buddy and I tossed the ball around pre game so we had our gloves. We get to our seats, sipping on a beer, and who sits down next to us but an old man and his 5-6 year old grandson. We exchange pleasantries but my buddy soon turns to me and says “If I catch a ball, I’m giving the kid our ball”. Fast forward during the game, Joe Inglett gets up to bat and my buddy goes “oh a lefty, better get our gloves on”, next pitch WHAMMY foul ball right in our direction, I remember swiping at it, popcorn, beers, everything goes flying with people taking cover. Hits my buddy square in the glove, he barely had to move. And like god damn clock work that guy reaches into his glove, pulls out a ball, and hands it to the kid next to us. People clap, the grandfather is over joyed offering to buy us beers. We decline and soon head to the concourse where my buddy reveals the MLB ball still in his glove. Gave the kid our ball and looked like a hero in the process. Even saying this story I feel like I must be making it up because it sounds so ridiculous, but it happened. The man still has the ball.