I’m not too lucky when it comes to getting foul balls at baseball games. I’ve had them come close and such and never really had anything come right at me.
In Rochester earlier this year, I got two batting practice balls, which was cool. But the foul ball (or home run) evades me most of the time. Also, a manager gave us two Atlantic League balls after a game — but they were new. Each of us there that day got one though, which is cool.
A few weeks ago, two of us were at a Can-Am League game. When we went to our seats, people were sitting in them. Rather than make a scene (there weren’t many people there), we decided to sit the next row over.
Around the third inning, a foul ball went right where we were supposed to be sitting.
Later — in the fifth or so inning — this little old lady came wandering up the stands. She says “You’re in my seat” to me. So, instead of kicking the other people out of our seats, we decided we’d go to a wide-open section of stands. As I was packing things up had my back to the action, a ball flew over my head and slammed into the building. After my name was yelled, the ball dropped right next to me. I grabbed it, threw it in my bag and wandered away.
Then in Binghamton on Wednesday, it seemed like a perfect night. The B-Mets were home, but the away team, against Hartford. There was a very small crowd and all seats were general admission. A few innings in, a foul ball left the stadium. I could see it just sitting there — out in a parking lot.
I couldn’t take it too long and the guy at the gate let me run out and grab it. There were others that bounced around the stadium and outside even, but I only got the one and was pretty happy about it.
Some photos of the balls from this year:
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