This day was almost depressing for me. I only got one ball, thanks to a technicality.
Everything went my way, I was in perfect positions to get a ball. And yet the way I got one was from my dad. He got a foul ball from Luis Hernandez, and he gave it to me. Great thanks to him for keeping my 23 game streak of getting at least one ball alive. Why did I count that ball? Because I’ve accepted balls from other people in the past (an older man, a fan, an usher, and a security guard).
And I do kind of like it, but Coca Cola field is like a dump. Maybe I’m spoiled with Frontier Field, but seriously- why were there cobwebs everywhere, barely any room to maneuver, seats that needed a paint job, and an ice cream helmet from the previous night’s game?
Warm up was a disaster. At least I got an autograph from Kyle Waldrop. The balls used in warm-ups were just put back in a bag. Jeez.
As for the umpire ball, once again, I was in perfect position for it. I moved the farthest row I could- in front of all the other kids who wanted one . The umpire came in and I asked for a ball. He said the first person to say please would get one. I swore I was the first. And I didn’t get one.
-1 Ball at this game
-38 total balls
-MiLB Balls/game: 1.50 (lifetime), 1.86 (season)
-Consecutive games with at least one ball: 23
And one last thing- I’ll prove I’m becoming a better ballhawk. Check out my yearly stats:
|Year||Total Balls||Hit||Ball Retriever||Found||Thrown||Unknown||BP/Pre-Game||During Game||After Game||Unknown|
Here’s some pictures. Most of them are from spots that I sat in for the game.