The highlight of the day was snagging my 7,500th baseball — a toss-up from some random trainer-lookin’ guy on the Rangers. Here I am with it after batting practice:
That was my sixth of seven balls. My first of the day had been thrown by Adrian Beltre, the last was tossed by Rougned Odor, and the other four were BP homers by the Rangers, three of which I caught on the fly.
The lowlight of the day (other than getting into a shouting match with an old guy during BP who yanked my arm down to prevent me from reaching for a ball) was misjudging Brett Gardner’s home run in the 3rd inning. I should’ve caught it, but instead managed to maneuver myself out of position. It was horrendously dumb . . . but the Yankees’ grounds crew seemed to be even dumber. Check out the following photo:
When it started raining in the bottom of the 5th inning, I got caught in traffic on the stairs, and before I made it into the tunnel, I took a quick peek back at the field. It appeared that the crew was pulling the tarp *off* the infield and moving it into the outfield.
A minute or two later, it was raining so hard that they couldn’t move it back onto the infield. As a result (and as you can see in the photo above), the dirt turned into a muddy lake.
It wasn’t supposed to rain for long, but I took off. I figured the field was so messed up that it would take the crew an hour to fix it — if it could even be played on at all. And I was right. As it turned out, the game was going to resume at around 10pm, but then the managers came out and inspected the field and were like, “Nope, not gonna happen.” Here’s an article and video about the tarp incident on MLB.com.
As for me, I’ve now been to 46 games this season and snagged 325 balls. That’s a decent total, but I’m not too happy about my lack of game home runs. I’ve only gotten two, which is pretty lame. I’m thinking about traveling to Chicago and/or San Diego to snag some commemorative balls, but I’m not sure if it’ll happen.
There’ve been lots of articles written about me over the years, none worse than last season’s profile in The New Yorker. The guy who wrote it went out of his way to make me look bad, so when my family learned six months ago that the magazine was planning to publish a much bigger story about us and our book store, we were all a bit nervous. Fast-forward to the present. The new story is out, and let’s just say the magazine redeemed itself (and then some). I hope you’ll read the entire article, but if your time is limited and you just want to check out the part about me, scroll all the way to the bottom and look for the portion highlighted in pink. Here are the first two of 12 pages:
In the photo above (which, as the caption says, was taken in the 1980s), that’s my mom on the left of the center fold. The other four people are my aunts and grandparents.
Here are pages 3-4:
Here are pages 5-6:
Here are pages 7-8:
Here are pages 9-10:
Here’s the part about me on pages 11-12:
Huge thanks to The New Yorker and to writer Janet Malcolm for the positive coverage.