Brandon was there with his fancy camera...
When we first ran into the stadium at 2:05pm, all the Nationals players
were stretching in right field, yet batting practice WAS taking place.
There was some type of bonus round of BP for Nationals employees, and
as you can imagine, most of them were terrible hitters. One guy,
however, was good enough to reach the warning track, even with the
crappy training balls
that were being used, and I ended up getting two them tossed to me. The
first came from a ballboy near the foul pole, and the second came from
a coach named Jose Martinez who was shagging in straight-away left
field. In the following photo, the horizontal arrow is pointing to me
as I reached out to catch my second ball, and the vertical arrow is
pointing to Martinez:
My third ball of the day was a ground-rule double -- hit by the
random/talented employee -- that barely cleared the railing and landed
in the third row. There was only one other fan who was close enough to
go for it, but he didn't move until the ball was already in the seats,
so I was able to beat him to it.
Without any warning or any break in the action, Adam Dunn stepped into
the cage so I raced over to the right field seats. Moments later, a
ball rolled onto the warning track in right-center, and I convinced a
different random employee to toss it up. Brandon was still in left
field at that point, but he had his camera aimed at me and got the
following photo of the ball in mid-air:
In this photo (which you can click for a closer look), the arrow
pointing up shows the ball, and the arrow pointing down shows me. The
guy who tossed it was moving to his left at the time, so it looks as if
the ball is heading toward the other fan in the front row, but I assure
you that's not the case.
Marquis Grissom tossed me my fifth ball of the day in straight-away
right field, and then 10 seconds later, he saw me catch a Dunn homer on
the fly. I was standing on the staircase, six rows back. The ball came
right to me. I made a two-handed catch. It was embarrassingly easy, and
by the way, every single one of these balls was a training ball.
My seventh ball of the day was thrown by Marco Estrada, and my eighth
was another Dunn homer. I had to run
about 15 feet to my right for it, and then as the ball was descending, I
climbed back over a row (in the middle of the section) and reached over
my head to make a back-handed catch. A gloveless man behind me
complained that I'd already gotten a ball. I responded by offering to
give him the one I'd just caught, but he didn't want it.
"Give it to a kid instead," he said.
"You have no idea how much I do for kids,"
I replied, but the guy clearly wasn't interested in anything I had to
say, so I let it go and moved on and continued to put on a snagging
clinic.
(For the record, there was only one other kid in the section, and he'd
already gotten a ball. It was one of those days where the players were
being generous. Basically, everyone who asked for a ball got one.)
Saul Rivera threw me ball No. 9, and he did it as if he were turning a
double play. He had Victor Garate throw him the ball, and as he caught
it he made an imaginary pivot (as if he were a second baseman) and then
fired it in my direction.
I looked at the clock. It was only 2:24pm. The stadium had been open
for 19 minutes. Oh my God. I wasn't just thinking about reaching the
20-ball plateau; I was thinking about what it would take to snag 30 and
possibly even break my one-game record of 32. Meanwhile, Brandon finally made it out to the right field seats and got a cool shot of me catching my 10th ball of the day:
It was thrown by Livan Hernandez from the foul line, and as you can see
in the photo above, there weren't a whole lot of kids in the stands.
Even the guy in the red jacket got a ball thrown to him. I'm telling
you...there were PLENTY of balls to go around, and as a result, I was
truly heading for the game of my life.
But guess what happened next...
Here, let me show you:
That's right. It wasn't even raining, and the grounds crew decided to (leisurely) roll out the tarp.
Unbelievable.
The good news is that there were several balls sitting in the left field bullpen, and I was able to use my glove trick to reel in one of them. The following three-part photo (which you absolutely HAVE to click) shows how it played out:
The ball was sitting underneath the overhang, so I had to swing my
glove out and back in order to knock the ball out into the open. As you
can see in the photo on the left, the the string angled back at the
bottom of the Harris Teeter ad. The photo in the middle shows two
important things (in addition to the ball itself): 1) my awesome
farmer's tan and 2) the glove being being propped open by the Sharpie.
The photo on the right shows me reaching for the ball. I'm always
paranoid that the ball will fall out at the last second, but it rarely
does. The key is not to panic -- not to rush -- while raising the
glove. I just try to keep lifting it up steadily.
In the middle photo up above, do you see the man in the light gray vest
jacket? While I was carefully lifting up my glove, he said, "Excuse me,
but your last name isn't Hample by any chance, is it?"
I told him it was, and he told me that he owned a copy of my second book ("Watching Baseball Smarter")
and that his eight-year-old son loved it and that they actually had it
with them and that they'd been hoping to get it signed...so of course I
signed it as soon as I was done using my glove trick, and then I posed
for a photo with his son. When I changed into my Mets gear soon after,
three other kids recognized me and asked me to sign their baseballs.
Here's the autograph session in progress...
...and here we are with the balls:
Five minutes later, several Mets players and coaches walked out to the
bullpen and tossed the remaining balls into the crowd. I got one of
them from Sandy Alomar Jr.
Then it started raining, and for some reason, someone in the bullpen
tossed a ball into left field. The arrow in the following photo is
pointing to it:
I found out later that the ball had been used by Pat Misch during his
bullpen session, and that when it started raining, it slipped out of
his hand and sailed high above the catcher and hit a railing and
ricocheted sideways all the way onto the field. Of course I wouldn't be
telling this story if I hadn't ended up snagging it. Randy Niemann eventually tossed it to me while walking in from the bullpen:
Abe Lincoln was not impressed:
It got sunny again by 4pm, and with the game set to start on time, I
headed to the seats near the Mets' bullpen. There was lots of activity
out there. It just seemed like the place to be. Bullpen catcher Dave
Racaniello was warming up Tim Redding in left field. Omir Santos was
playing catch with Alomar on the warning track. Several relievers were
standing around with baseballs in their hands. Ken Takahashi tossed a
ball to the kid on my right. Then Brian Stokes (who has recently gotten
to know me) spotted me and tossed me the ball that he was holding. Here
I am reaching out for it:
In the photo above, Stokes is the guy who's standing still and cradling his glove against his chest.
Another thing about the photo above...
On the left side, you can barely see a catcher sitting down. He's
mostly chopped out of the picture, but just above the red flowers and
the green edge of the outfield wall, you can see his black shin guard
curling up over his knee. Right? Well, that was Santos, and when he
headed into the bullpen one minute later, I leaned over the side
railing and asked him for his ball in Spanish:
This was the result:
He flipped it up directly from his glove. It was my 15th ball of day. It had a Citi Field commemorative logo on it. Yay.
Josh Thole and Nelson Figueroa started signing autographs along the 3rd
base line, so I headed over there and got them both. Thole signed my
September 30th ticket, and Figueroa signed one from the previous day. Here I am after getting Thole...
...and here are the autographs themselves:
Right after the national anthem, David Wright tossed me his warm-up ball at the dugout:
I was tempted to stay behind the dugout and go for 3rd-out balls -- I
only needed four more balls to reach 20 -- but the temptation to catch
a home run was even greater, so I headed back out to left field. Here's
where I sat:
I had empty rows on both sides. There were very few fans with gloves.
The circumstances were ideal. But of course nothing came anywhere near
me.
Halfway through the game, when Nationals starter John Lannan came to
bat, I noticed a statistical oddity on the scoreboard. Can you spot it?
I'll tell you what it is after the photo:
His on-base percentage was higher than his slugging percentage, which
means that over the course of the season, he'd collected more walks (2)
than extra bases via hits (1).
In the middle of the 7th inning, I got my 17th ball of the day from a
Mets reliever in the bullpen, and I'm ashamed to admit that I couldn't
identify him. I think it was either Tobi Stoner or Lance Broadway, but
I'll never know for sure.
In the bottom of the 9th inning, Brandon and I moved to the third row behind the Nationals' dugout. This was our view:
Francisco Rodriguez was pitching. The Mets had a 4-2 lead. The left
side of my brain (or maybe it was the right) figured he'd nail down the
save. The right side of my brain (or maybe it was the left) figured
he'd blow the game. Either way, I was convinced that the Nationals'
dugout was the place to be. As I mentioned at the top of this entry, it
was the Nats' final home game of the season; I thought the players
might be extra generous and throw some bonus items into the crowd.
Alberto Gonzalez led off the bottom of the 9th with an infield single.
Then Mike Morse was called upon to pinch hit and took a called first strike.
The second pitch was a 55-footer. Omir Santos blocked it and handed it
to Kerwin Danley, the home plate umpire. Danley inspected it and handed
it to the ballboy, who'd jogged out with a supply of fresh baseballs.
As the ballboy returned to the dugout with the scuffed ball, I simply stood up and made eye
contact with him and flapped my glove, and he tossed it to me. (HA!!!)
Four pitches later, Morse ripped a ground ball single up the middle.
Willie Harris followed with a sacrifice bunt and Elijah Dukes walked on
a full count to 
load the bases. Ryan Zimmerman came up next and struck
out on three pitches. There were two outs. The Mets were still winning,
4-2. The bases were still loaded, and then Adam Dunn walked on another
full count. This forced in a run and trimmed the Mets' lead to 4-3. Justin Maxwell,
who had entered the game as a pinch runner in the 8th inning and remained in center field as a defensive replacement, stepped up to the plate. He took the first
pitch for a ball and then watched the next two pitches zip by for
called strikes. The fourth pitch was a ball. The count was even at 2-2.
Then he fouled off the fifth pitch and took the sixth to bring the
count to 3-2. Everyone in the stadium knew that Rodriguez was going to
throw a fastball; the right-handed Maxwell, however, was so geeked up
that he swung too soon and yanked a monstrous drive over the 3rd base
dugout. On the next pitch -- another 3-2 fastball -- he swung too
late and lifted a foul pop-up into the seats on the 1st base side. It
was the most exciting at-bat I had ever seen in my life, and on the
following pitch -- the 9th pitch of the battle -- Maxwell's timing was
perfect. He centered the ball and launched it into the flower bed in
left field for a walk-off grand slam:
Final score: Nationals 7, Mets 4.
Wow.
After all the celebrating and shaving-creaming was done, the Nationals DID toss a bunch of stuff into the crowd. They must've thrown 100 T-shirts (leftovers from the T-shirt launch) and two dozen balls. One player (not sure who) threw his batting gloves over the dugout. Incredibly, I didn't get any of it. Not one damn thing. It was quite a letdown, but obviously I was still happy about the overall outcome of the day -- that is, until Brandon and I made it back outside and walked to the parking lot. I'll show you what I'm talking about after the stats...
SNAGGING STATS:
• 18 balls at this game (17 pictured here because I gave one away after the game)
• 523 balls in 57 games this season = 9.18 balls per game.
• 626 consecutive games with at least one ball
• 180 consecutive games outside of New York with at least one ball
• 120 lifetime games with at least ten balls
• 4,343 total balls
CHARITY STATS:
• 126 donors (click here and scroll down for the complete list)
• $25.26 pledged per ball
• $454.68 raised at this game
• $13,210.98 raised this season for Pitch In For Baseball
As I was saying, the parking lot...
When I parked my parents' gray Volvo there earlier in the day, it was in perfect condition, and when I returned eight hours later, it looked like this:
That's me in the photo above, crouching down to assess the damage while holding a cell phone up to my ear and telling my dad about it.
Someday -- SOME day -- I'm going to attend a game at Nationals Park and have everything go smoothly...
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