7/23/14 at Yankee Stadium

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.

Amazing article in “The New Yorker”

new_yorker_06_23_14aThere’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:


The end!

Huge thanks to The New Yorker and to writer Janet Malcolm for the positive coverage.

6/24/14 at Citi Field

This was a BIG day, and of all places, it started at a cable TV studio in White Plains, NY:


Way back in February, a man named John Vorperian, who hosts a show called Beyond The Game (and is a member of SABR), had gotten in touch and asked if he could interview me. It took a while to nail down a date, and now, finally, four months later, the moment had arrived.

Here’s what the studio looked like . . .


. . . and here’s a photo of John (on the right) in the control room with a guy named Keith:


The interview lasted 27 minutes, and in a couple of weeks, it’ll air commercial-free in its entirety. John was a great host, and we discussed lots of stuff, starting with my baseball collection and eventually branching off into my books, the helicopter stunt, my video game records, my rubber band ball, and even my SAT score (which I guarantee is lower than yours). I love long interviews because there’s time to get into some real oddball stuff.

Here I am with John after the interview:


On my way out, he signed a historical book about White Plains for me, and I signed a baseball for him. He’s a really nice guy, and I wouldn’t have met him if not for Jon Hart, the author of Man Versus Ball.

I would’ve liked to stick around the TV studio for a while and talk more baseball with John, but (a) he had to get back to his regular job two blocks away as an attorney, and (b) I had to get my ass to Citi Field. That involved driving back to Manhattan, scarfing down two slices of pizza as I walked from the garage to my place, changing my clothes, gathering my stuff for the game, and running back out to meet up with David Rhode, the director of my favorite charity — Pitch In For Baseball.

David and I met near the subway and had lots to discuss as we rode the 7 train out to Queens. He was going to be my official “caddy” at the game — something I desperately needed because of a HUGE personal milestone that I was likely to achieve. You know about my consecutive games streak, right? The last time I went to a major league game and didn’t snag a baseball was on September 2, 1993 (at Yankee Stadium, of course). My next game after that was on September 10, 1993, at Shea Stadium. I snagged five balls that day, and ever since then, I have *always* managed to get at least one ball at every game I’ve attended. Fast-forward to the present. At the start of this day, my streak was at 999 games, which meant that my first ball of the day was going to extend it to 1,000. That’s why David was with me — to film me snagging the first ball and take a bunch of photos of whatever happened next.

Here’s David (on the left) and a fellow ballhawk named Rick Gold (on the right) outside the gates:


Here I am feeling rather excited:


That emotion quickly faded when I ran inside at 5:10pm. This is not an exaggeration: ONE MINUTE LATER, the Mets wrapped up batting practice and jogged off the field. They truly suck in more ways than I can possible describe. David and I joked that it was all part of a conspiracy to prevent me from getting to 1,000 consecutive games.

After switching into my A’s gear, I met up with Andrew Harts from MLB.com’s Cut4:


He was planning to do a little story on me and my streak, but first he had to go cover something else, so we briefly parted ways.

When the A’s finally came out and started throwing, I headed into foul territory in very shallow left field. They seemed to keep throwing and throwing and throwing, but eventually I sensed an opportunity. Here’s a 46-second video that shows how it played out:

Okay, fine, so it was an ordinary pre-game toss-up in a mostly-empty stadium, but hey, it counts just like all the others. The streak was alive and had reached 1,000 games!

Now let me point out several things in the video:

1) When I began yelling at “Brandon” at the five-second mark, that was Brandon Moss. He had been throwing in front of the dugout, so I really had to shout to get his attention. The dugout seats are totally inaccessible during BP, except to fans who have tickets there. The guards check tickets, even at 5:10pm when there’s just a handful of fans in the entire stadium. It blows.

2) At the 12-second mark, when the ball reached its apex, I lost it in the lights. It might look like I made an easy snag, but it was much more challenging than most of the BP homers I’ve caught.

3) David did an amazing job with my camera. At the 15-second mark, you can hear him shout, “And there it is!”

4) Way back in the day, I was treated like absolute crap by security personnel at Shea Stadium. They invented all sorts of rules just for me to prevent me from getting baseballs, and when I refused to obey their asinine commands, they ejected me — FOUR TIMES. They were truly out to get me and often made me cry. The worst of the worst employees personally ejected me twice and threatened to have me “arrested for trespassing” if I ever set foot in the stadium again. He still works for the Mets, and at the 19-second mark, you can see him in a yellow shirt walking out of the tunnel. He’s the first of two supervisors who walked out.

5) When I get excited, my voice goes up about three octaves. Proof lies at the 21-second mark when I start talking about the significance of the ball.

6) The fan who gave me the high-five at the 43-second mark is named Jacob Resnick. Look how much he’s grown since we ran into each other two years earlier. He and I have crossed paths at numerous games; his biggest claim to fame is that he won a contest in 2011 to be the SNY “kidcaster” for an inning, during which he made a memorable call on a Jose Reyes home run.

Once everything calmed down, I posed with the baseball:


Then I headed toward the left field corner, where I tried unsuccessfully for nearly 10 minutes to get another toss-up:


While I was there, I saw a ball land on the batter’s eye. I figured that someone would climb over and grab it, so I waited and watched. And watched. And watched. And couldn’t believe that it went untouched. Eventually I ran over and grabbed it myself. Here I am climbing over the railing . . .


. . . and here I am being nagged by a security guard:


Dear Mets, if fans are allowed to climb over that railing for baseballs, then shut up about it. Tell your guards not to hassle me after I do it. Thanks.

As it turned out, the guard had given me a hard time because he had started to climb over the railing just as I was going for the ball. I ignored him as he shouted at me, and when he walked over, I was like, “What’s the problem? I didn’t do anything against the rules.”

“How did you know that?” he asked. “You’re from Oakland.”

Ahh, I see, so after all these years, the Mets’ security guards STILL invent special rules when it suits their needs. Unbelievable.

Then the guard said, “There’s a one-ball-per-person limit. Don’t climb over again.”

I offered him the ball (something I never would’ve done at Shea Stadium), and even though he didn’t take it, it made him relax and leave me alone.

A few minutes later, I was recognized by a “kid” named Justin who told me that he owns a copy of my first book — How To Snag Major League Baseballs. I put the word kid in quotes because even though he seemed to be less than half my age, he’s about two inches taller. Here we are being photographed together . . .


. . . and here’s another shot that actually shows our faces:


I usually get recognized several times per game, but for some reason, more than a dozen people approached me throughout the day.

The following photo shows my third ball sailing toward me. It was thrown by A’s bullpen catcher Casey Chavez, and I’ve circled it in red:


I immediately offered the ball to the girl in the corner spot, whose father politely declined and informed me that they’d already gotten one.

Moments later, I hurried back over toward the batter’s eye and got my fourth ball of the day from Jim Johnson:


Random side note: I’ve now gotten balls thrown to me by 12 different Johnsons — Ben, Brian, Chris, Howard, Jason, Jim, Jonathan, Kelly, Mark P., Nick, Reed, and Russ.

Meanwhile, how great are these photos? Thanks again to David Rhode from Pitch In For Baseball. For those who don’t know, his charity provides baseball and softball equipment to underprivileged kids all over the world. I’ve been raising money for them since 2009, and if you have a few extra minutes to spare . . .

1) Click here to read more about my fundraiser.
2) Visit the official Pitch In For Baseball website.
3) Follow Pitch In For Baseball on Twitter.

Also, for those of you who are going to the All-Star Fan Fest this year in Minneapolis, look for Pitch In For Baseball. They’re going to have a booth there, and they’ll be collecting donations of baseball and softball equipment.

My fifth ball of the day was an accident. Dan Otero chucked it to the girl in the corner spot — but he airmailed her, and it ended up ricocheting toward me. I scampered after it to prevent anyone else from snatching it, and as soon as I picked it up, I tossed it to her. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Otero had seen the whole thing play out. I figured it out a minute later when he waved to get my attention so that he could throw another ball to me. There were some folks in the front row, so I moved back to give myself some space, and wouldn’t you know it — he airmailed me too! Here’s a six-part photo that shows what happened:


Did you spot the ball in Part 6 of the photo? Look closely and you’ll see it trickling under a seat near my right knee.

My seventh and final ball of BP was thrown near the batter’s eye by A’s coach Ariel Prieto.

Do you remember the kidcaster named Jacob who had given me the high-five in the video? Well, here we are together after BP:


In the photo above, I was holding my first ball of the day — the one that pushed my consecutive games streak to 1,000. Jacob, meanwhile, had reached his own milestone; he was holding his 100th lifetime ball.

Half an hour before game time, David took this photo of me with all my baseballs:


(I had snagged seven at that point and given one away.)

Here’s where David and I got dinner:


For those who don’t know, that concession stand is named after Keith Hernandez — a former Mets player and current Mets TV announcer. I had walked past it on hundreds of occasions, and now, finally, the time had come for me to see what it was all about. David and I both ordered the same thing: The Mex Burger. Let me quote the menu: “Created by Keith & the Citi Field culinary team, a 6oz. LaFrieda burger on a toasted sesame bun with cheddar & jack cheese, topped with bacon, guacamole, chipotle aioli & jalapenos.” We both got it without the jalapenos, and WOW, it was daaaaaamn good! Take a look:


Yes, that’s a Tootsie Pop. It also came with a tiny bag of potato chips (which I didn’t eat). The burger cost $12, which is pricy for a ballpark meal, but given the ingredients and how good it was, I will officially recommend it.

David and I ate fast and barely made it down into our section by the start of the game. This was my view in the top of the 1st inning:


We were in the second row, and as you can see below, David was sitting on my right, and there were about eight empty seats to his right — not a whole lot of room to work with:


While the seats surrounding the foul pole were practically empty, the seats in our area were packed. I told David that I didn’t expect much to come out of sitting in left field, and that as crowded as it was, my biggest concern was simply climbing over him in case a ball happened to be hit to my right.

In the bottom of the 1st, Andrew Harts found me and interviewed me for a couple of minutes:


The photo above was staged after we finished, but that’s basically what it looked like for me. Andrew was crouching on the stairs, and as we kept talking, more and more people overheard the conversation and got curious. Before Andrew left, I joked to him about what would happen if I’d caught a home run during the interview.

“I think we’d break the internet,” he said.

With Andrew long gone and other fans asking me questions about my baseball collection, Eric Campbell led off the bottom of the 2nd with a double. Two pitches later, Curtis Granderson ripped a two-run homer to right field, and just like that, the Mets jumped out to a 2-1 lead. That brought Chris Young and his .597 OPS to the plate.

During the first few pitches of the at-bat, I told David how worthless Young was and that the Mets were supposedly going to release him this week.

Then THIS happened:


Scott Kazmir hung an off-speed pitch, and Young crushed it in our direction. From the moment he connected, I knew that it was going to be a home run, and that it was going to land somewhere near me, off to the right — but just how near? I wasn’t sure, so I did the only thing I could. I jumped up and yelled “Look out!” at David and climbed over him. The arrow in the following screen shot shows where I started:


Did you notice how crowded it was out there? Mama mia!

I drifted 10 feet to my right, and quite simply, as the ball began descending, I knew I was going to catch it.

That’s exactly what happened. And it was extremely easy. The ball was hit to the only spot where I possibly could’ve gone, so there was no guesswork required. Then, conveniently, it came in high enough that the people in front of me couldn’t reach it, but low enough so that I could reach all the way up for a one-handed catch. Here I am at the moment it entered the pocket of my glove:


Here’s another screen shot with two red circles — me on the left and David on the right:


Unfortunately, because Chris Young is so bad, the folks at SNY decided to show his teammates celebrating in the dugout rather than, you know, showing a closeup of the fan who caught the ball, but whatever. I can’t actually blame them for that. Here’s the actual video clip on MLB.com.

The people around me could hardly believe that the guy who had JUST been interviewed about catching baseballs had JUST caught a home run. I got lots of high-fives and photo requests. It was so much fun, and wow . . . to have this happen on the day of my 1,000th consecutive game?! I could hardly believe it myself.

A few minutes later, I tweeted this photo of myself with the ball:


Ballhawking is a funny hobby. This was my 34th game of the season in five different stadiums, and it was the first home run I’d caught on the fly. Back in Australia, I had more room than ever during the game and came up empty. I’ve been to games in both New York stadiums when it rained, and the home team was getting blown out, and there were just a handful of fans in the outfield. No home runs. And yet here at Citi Field on a gorgeous summer night when it seemed that 8 million people were crammed into my section, I caught a home run. Go figure.

Later in the game, I photographed the jumbotron when Young came to bat:


It’s such a cool feeling to see a home run listed there and actually have the ball.

By the way, here IS the ball:


The funniest thing that happened all night was the heckling that one fan unleashed on A’s left fielder Brandon Moss. The first thing he screamed was, “BOOOO!!! MOSS DOESN’T LIKE MILK!!! HE’S LACTOSE INTOLERANT!!! BOOOO!!!” Of all the heckles I’ve heard over the years, that might be the most randomly hilarious — and the guy wasn’t finished. A minute later, he shouted, “BOOOO!!! MOSS HATES KIDS!!! HE STEALS TOYS OUT OF HAPPY MEALS!!! BOOOO!!!” By this point, the whole section was laughing, but the guy was just getting started. “BOOOO!!!” he shouted yet again. “MOSS OPENS HIS PRESENTS ON CHRISTMAS EVE!!! BOOOO!!! HAVE A LITTLE PATIENCE, MOSS!!!” I can only remember one more thing that this marvelous man shouted: “BOOO!!! MOSS GIVES NICKELS TO THE MARCH OF DIMES!!! BOOOO!!!” It was *so* funny.

The Mets hit a total of four home runs and beat the A’s, 10-1. After the final out, I got my ninth ball from home plate umpire Jerry Layne as he walked off the field. He’s very nice — probably the nicest ump, in my experience. It was the fifth ball I’d ever gotten from him, and on this particular night, he gave away half a dozen to various fans. He actually stopped and emptied his pouches and didn’t seem fazed when he dropped one and had to bend down to pick it up. That was the one he ended up placing into my glove.

Then I shifted over to the dugout and waited for the relievers to walk in from the bullpen:


They didn’t toss anything into the crowd, which is usually the case when a team loses.

Before leaving the section, I handed a baseball to the littlest kid with a glove. Then I found Rick in the concourse and we headed to the 7 train. Here’s a photo I took on the train of Rick holding *his* Chris Young homer (which he’d snagged earlier this season in Philadelphia) next to my Chris Young homer:


Here are the seven balls I kept:


Three of those balls have invisible ink stamps from the Rawlings factory in Costa Rica. Here’s a side-by-side comparison of them in black light versus regular light:


Click here for more info about baseballs and black light.

And that’s, like, it.


• 9 baseballs at this game

• 247 balls in 34 games this season = 7.26 balls per game.

• 1,000 consecutive games with at least one ball

• 675 consecutive games in New York with at least one ball

• 448 consecutive Mets home games with at least one ball

• 112 consecutive games at Citi Field with at least two balls

• 28 game home run balls (not counting the six that have been tossed to me); click here for the complete list.

• 7,423 total balls


(I’m raising money again this season for Pitch In For Baseball, a non-profit charity that provides baseball equipment to underprivileged kids all over the world. Click here to learn about my fundraiser, and if you donate money, you’ll be eligible to win one of these prizes.)

• 20 donors for my fundraiser

• $1.62 pledged per ball (if you add up all the pledges)

• $14.58 raised at this game

• $400.14 raised this season

• $39,064.14 raised since I started my fundraiser in 2009

6/12/14 at Citi Field

Have you ever heard of a three-minute rain delay? It happened in the 11th inning at Citi Field on Thursday night. When it started pouring, the players were waved off the field by home plate umpire Angel Hernandez, who never gets anything right, it seems. A minute later, several groundskeepers walked out and huddled with the umps in foul territory behind 3rd base. Check it out:

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The groundskeepers told the umps that it wasn’t going to rain much longer, so the players were then waved back onto the field. The game resumed while it was still raining hard, but sure enough, within a few minutes, the precipitation tapered off.

In the top of the 13th inning, the Brewers batted around and took a 5-1 lead. In the middle of the 13th inning, Brewers left fielder Khris Davis threw me his warm-up ball, which was my 4th ball of the day. After the game, I worked my way to the Brewers’ dugout, where I got a toss-up from coach Mike Guerrero, and then, moments later, I got this:

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Gorgeous! (Right?) Here’s a better look at it, and here’s my entire collection of lineup cards.

By the way, my first ball of the day was my 200th of the season, and it was a weird one. As the Brewers started taking BP, I was heading from the left-field foul line to straight-away left field when I heard a ball land in the seats near the foul pole. I was the only fan near it, so when the guards in the concourse saw me looking around aimlessly, they tried directing me toward it. It didn’t really help, but thankfully my friend Ben Weil had a perfect view of it from the 2nd deck. Evidently the ball had been thrown by someone on the Brewers (a left-handed white guy) and landed in the last row. By the time Ben definitively pointed it out, it had rolled down to the front row. See what I mean? Weird!

A little while later, I caught a Ryan Braun homer on the fly, and toward the end of BP, I got a toss-up from coach Ed Sedar.

Finally, since it’s been a while, here are some numbers for you . . .


• 5 baseballs at this game

• 204 balls in 29 games this season = 7.03 balls per game.

• 11 consecutive seasons with 200 or more balls

• 995 consecutive games with at least one ball

• 670 consecutive games in New York with at least one ball

• 447 consecutive Mets home games with at least one ball

• 111 consecutive games at Citi Field with at least two balls

• 7,380 total balls


(I’m raising money again this season for Pitch In For Baseball, a non-profit charity that provides baseball equipment to underprivileged kids all over the world. Click here to learn about my fundraiser, and if you donate money, you’ll be eligible to win one of these prizes.)

• 20 donors for my fundraiser

• $1.62 pledged per ball (if you add up all the pledges)

• $8.10 raised at this game

• $330.48 raised this season

• $38,994.48 raised since I started my fundraiser in 2009

5/27/14 at Citi Field

A funny thing happened after the Mets game last night. As I made my way through the concourse behind the visitors’ dugout, I heard someone yelling “Hey!!” from behind, and when I turned around, I saw a 6-foot-5 police officer walking toward me.

“Uh . . . hey,” I said as he approached.

“You’re the guy who catches all the baseballs, right?”

“Ha! Yeah, that’s me.”

“I knew it! I’ve seen all your videos — you caught a ball dropped from a helicopter.”

“Wow, you really *have* seen a lot of my stuff.”

“Hey, would you mind if I get a quick photo with you?”

“I don’t mind at all, but even if I did, there’s no way I’d say no to a police officer.”

This was the result . . .


. . . and yes, I got permission to post that photo on the internet.

A minute later, the cop asked if I get recognized often at games. I wanted him to feel special, so I was like, “Well, you know, it happens from time to time,” prompting my friend Ben Weil (who was standing nearby) to shout, “YES!! ALL THE TIME!! IT HAPPENS **ALL** THE TIME!!”

Ahh, Benny.

The other cop asked to pose with me for a photo, and we all chatted for a bit.

It was already past 11pm at that point — not because of a rain delay or extra innings. It was late because the Mets and Pirates took 3 hours and 43 minutes to play a nine-inning game with a modest total of six runs.

That’s awful.

Major League Baseball — especially at Citi Field where nothing interesting ever seems to happen — is becoming borderline interminable, and the new commissioner better do something about it. There’s no need to limit the number of pickoff throws or speed up intentional walks or shorten commercial breaks. (You want your advertising money? Fine. Take it.) There needs to be rule that actually gets enforced that limits the time that pitchers can take between pitches. Same for the hitters. Keep your ass in the batter’s box, stop adjusting your batting gloves, and hit.

Speaking of hitting (or lack thereof), the Mets finished batting practice at 5:15pm, which means that by the time the gates opened at 5:10 and I ran all the way out to the left field seats, there were about about three or four minutes of BP remaining.

During the 20 minutes of virtual dead time that followed, I managed to get a Pedro Alvarez toss-up in foul territory. I ended up getting six more balls before the game, including the 7,000th ball of my consecutive games streak (which began on September 10, 1993). Unfortunately I gave that one to a little kid standing nearby before I realized the personal significance.

Several minutes later, I got falsely accused by a woman of “taking” a ball from her son.

“Oh really,” I said, “exactly which ball did I take from him?”

She didn’t have an answer for that, and after being pressed further, she finally admitted that I hadn’t actually taken one and that her son was just upset because he hadn’t gotten a ball. While I was defending myself against her verbal assault, her son got a ball tossed to him by a groundskeeper — but the woman still didn’t leave me alone and ultimately insulted the way I was brought up. (I was brought up not to take crap from idiots. Thanks.)

Finally, adding to the randomness of this blog entry, I’d like to point out that (a) my girlfriend, Hayley, was with me and was understandably bored to death and (b) this would’ve been my Grandma Helen‘s 117th birthday and I miss her.

5/17/14 at Citizens Bank Park

I attended this game for two reasons:

1) I was visiting family 25 miles away in Ambler, Pennsylvania.
2) My mom was with me and wanted to go.

And look, here she is in the right field seats:


Before I complain about how lame batting practice was, I need to complain about how stressful it was to even get to the stadium in the first place. Basically, we didn’t wrap things up with the fam until about 4pm, at which point I told my mom that we should forget the game and just head back home to New York. I had all my stuff with me for the game, but we hadn’t bought tickets, so it really wouldn’t have been much of a loss to bail. Also, Google Maps was telling me that the drive was going to take 45 minutes, which meant we were gonna have 20 minutes to park, buy tickets, and get on line at the gates — insanity, right? Well, my mom convinced me to go for it. We arrived at 4:48pm, and while she parked, I ran ahead and bought myself a $20 ticket (which was the cheapest available) and then rushed off to the nearest gate. My mom then took her time and found the ticket office and eventually caught up with me in right field.

By that point, I’d snagged one baseball — a toss-up from A.J. Burnett in left-center field. Meanwhile, everything else went wrong. I had missed a ball or two when the gates first opened because I wasn’t the first one to race out to the left field seats. Then I managed to maneuver myself out of position twice . . . as in, I was in a perfectly good spot, but decided that it wasn’t good enough, and as soon as I moved, batters ended up hitting home runs to the exact spots where I had been. Then, over in right field, there were hardly any home runs. (Ryan Howard, by the way, is about as useful in BP as Ruben Tejada.)

Here’s what it looked like in left-center when the Reds were hitting:

A little while later, I tracked two home runs perfectly, picking the exact spots where they were going to land and climbing up steps and over seats to get there. And both times, other fans reached up and caught/deflected these balls at the last second. Then I had a perfect opportunity to use my glove trick for a ball that rolled to the wall nearby . . .


. . . but a coach ran over and grabbed it, moments before I was about to unleash my magic.

There are days when everything seems to go right and I end up with 15 or 20 balls. This was the opposite. Yeah, the toss-up from Burnett was nice, as was the homer I caught at the end of BP in left field that would’ve drilled my mom, but overall it was a pathetic and unlucky afternoon.

I wandered for a bit after that and caught up with my mom, who had grabbed a spot in the last row behind the Reds’ dugout:


Before the national anthem, I snagged EVERY ball that the Reds used during pre-game throwing. That is . . . zero.

Nice day, huh?

Actually, is *was* a nice day because I was with my mom. This was our view during the 1st inning:


(Yes, that’s a TV monitor dangling off the overhang.)

In the 2nd inning, we moved a bit closer and took a selfie:


As you can see, I was wearing my Reds gear, but it didn’t help.

Here’s something that made me smile — take a look at the photo and then I’ll explain what I’m talking about:


That’s Billy Hamilton, who always makes me smile, but more specifically, I liked the fact that he had FOUR batting gloves. What’s the deal — two for hitting and two for running/sliding?

In the 3rd inning, my mom and I moved even closer to the field . . .


. . . and in the 4th inning, we left:


When we got back to New York, I learned that the Phillies had won, 12-1, and that Cole Hamels won his 100th career game. I was glad to have missed it. I used to like him, but ever since he intentionally plunked Bryce Harper in 2012, I have lost all respect for him.


• 2 baseballs at this game

• 122 balls in 18 games this season = 6.78 balls per game.

• 308 balls in 34 lifetime games at Citizens Bank Park = 9.06 balls per game.

• 984 consecutive games with at least one ball

• 7,298 total balls


(I’m raising money again this season for Pitch In For Baseball, a non-profit charity that provides baseball equipment to underprivileged kids all over the world. Click here to learn about my fundraiser, and if you donate money, you’ll be eligible to win one of these prizes.)

• 19 donors for my fundraiser

• $1.47 pledged per ball (if you add up all the pledges)

• $2.94 raised at this game

• $179.34 raised this season

• $38,843.34 raised since I started my fundraiser in 2009

“You’re over baseball?”

Earlier today, I received the following email from my friend Brandon:


First of all, what’s the deal with sending an email with no subject? That’s super-annoying. But okay, fine . . . you want to know what I’ve been up to lately? Last week the Mets and Yankees were both on the road, so there weren’t any games in New York City. This week they’ve been playing each other, and I want no part of it. I was planning to go to Philadelphia on Tuesday to see my new BFF Mike Trout — until I heard that 8,000 folks from his hometown in Millville, New Jersey, were also planning to make the trip. I was also been planning to go to Yankee Stadium tomorrow, but the weather’s gonna be miserable, so to hell with it.

As for the bigger picture, I’ve been to 17 games this season, which puts me on pace to attend about 70, so no, I’m not “over baseball.” That said, I’ve only blogged about five of the games I’ve been to — all my games outside of New York plus one brief entry about a cool moment with Heath Bell at Yankee Stadium.

You see, I’ve decided to stop blogging about games in New York because (a) blogging is a pain in the ass, and (b) Yankee Stadium and Citi Field are terrible for ballhawking. They’re my two least favorite venues in the major leagues. I don’t have much fun there, so when I get home from games, the last thing I want to do is relive the experience by writing about it. Kinda sad, huh?

Meanwhile, it just so happens that I haven’t been traveling much because I’ve already been to every current stadium multiple times; it’s hard to justify taking an entire day off from work to go and snag a bunch of BP balls. Camden Yards used to be a place where I’d average 10 balls per game, but now it’s crowded and competitive. Citizens Bank Park was also a venue where I routinely put up double digits, but now the gates are opening half an hour later. Nationals Park is great, but it takes four hours to drive there. Fenway Park is cramped and expensive. At this point, I’ll probably only travel to another city if there’s a damn good reason, such as (a) trying to snag a particular commemorative ball, (b) trying to catch a milestone home run, (c) catching up with a player that I know, (d) being filmed by the media, or (e) being with my girlfriend if she’s ever free and wants to join me.

So there you have it. I still love baseball as much as ever, and I actually have something big in the works to help me enjoy it even more . . .

5/2/14 at Yankee Stadium

This will be brief. I want to share a quick story from yesterday’s Yankee game (as well as a photo that’s guaranteed to make you cringe) . . .

When the Rays first took the field for BP, I got Heath Bell’s attention near the 3rd base dugout.

heath_bell_2014“Where are you going to be after BP?” he asked me.

“Out in left field near the bullpen,” I told him.

“Meet me here,” he said, pointing to the seats in foul territory.

“I can’t. Security won’t let me down here after 5:45pm. Why, what’s up?”

“I have a ball for you,” he replied.

Fast-forward 20 minutes. I saw Heath jogging out toward me in straight-away left field, so I hurried down to meet him in the front row. Before he reached the warning track, he pulled a ball out of his back pocket and tossed it to me. Some teenaged kid on my right tried to reach in front of me and snatch it, so I lunged *far* forward and outreached him. (Phew!) Several minutes later, when there was a quick break in the action, I photographed the ball:


How cool is that? And would you believe this wasn’t the first Opening Day ball that Heath has given me? Check out my blog entry from 8/31/08 at PETCO Park to read about the other time it happened.

Anyway, the ball he gave me at Yankee Stadium was one of 11 that I snagged on the day, bringing my season total to 109. This is the 17th consecutive season in which I’ve snagged 100 or more balls — but enough about that. I just want to share one more photo from this game, and I suppose I should warn you that it’s not pretty. Here goes:


Nice, huh?

The fan (not pictured above) who threw up was VERY drunk. Was he ejected from the stadium? No, of course not, but hey, whatever. No big deal. Yankee Stadium security has its priorities.

The game itself was one of the best I’ve ever attended, puke notwithstanding. It lasted 14 innings, the Rays won, 10-5, and Heath got the win in relief — can’t ask for much more than that.

Yankee fan running on the field

A funny thing happened after the final out of the Yankee game on April 27, 2014. (This was the ESPN Sunday night game, but I’m certain this wasn’t shown on TV.) As you can see below, a fan ran out onto the field and was quickly apprehended by stadium security:


As security led this idiot off the field, the fans in the bleachers cheered him like crazy, prompting him to bob his head up and down like a wannabe rockstar.

The cop responded by yanking the guy’s hood down over his face:


Moments later, the guy decided to stop walking and intentionally collapsed on the grass:


Here’s what happened next:


As you can see, he was carried off the field, right in front of the Angels’ relievers who were just starting to walk across the field from the bullpen. HA!!

Somehow, right after that, the fan ended up on his head:


Police brutality? Nah, just a typical day at Yankee Stadium.

By the way, I snagged seven balls (six before the game and an 8th-inning toss-up from the bullpen), bringing my season total to 90, but I don’t plan to blog about that. You may have noticed that I haven’t written anything about the games I’ve attended this season in New York, and I don’t think that’ll change anytime soon. Quite simply, from my perspective, Citi Field and Yankee Stadium are the two worst stadiums in the Major Leagues; I have nothing nice to say about either venue, so I’d rather say nothing at all. I’m not quitting the blog, though. I still plan to write about my games on the road, and in addition to that, I’m sure I’ll find some other things to discuss . . .

Mike Trout & Twitter

Just got a BIG surprise in my email inbox:


That’s right . . . Mike Trout is now following me on Twitter! And look! Moments later, I got another email notification:


I had to make sure that my eyes were not deceiving me, so I clicked on his profile, and sure enough, it’s legit:


Wow. Right?

When I caught Trout’s first career home run on 7/24/11 at Camden Yards, I knew it was a big deal, but I had no idea how big. He was 19 years old at the time, hovering around the Mendoza line, and okay, yeah, he was the No. 1 prospect in all of baseball — rated even higher than Bryce Harper — but so what? There’ve been countless “can’t miss” prospects who have failed in spectacular fashion.

Anyway, after that game, I gave the ball back to Trout, no questions asked. All I wanted to do was hand it to him myself and get a photo and maybe get to chat for a minute or two. All of that stuff happened. And it was pretty damn cool.

Do I have any regrets about not keeping that ball? Umm, yeah. Duh! I’m human. I’ll always wonder “what if” and torment myself about how much it would now be worth, but hey, whatever. At the time, I was just excited to have caught the ball, and giving it back felt right. It feels even better now that Trout still recognizes me and appreciates my gesture. If I were to sell the ball for $1 million, it still wouldn’t be worth as much as having a unique, personal connection to a good dude who happens to be the best baseball player on the planet.


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