I am so excited about this. Tonight I went to the ‘Stros game against the Mariners. During batting practice, I caught a ball hit into the stands. I will grant that this is not as impressive as a ball during the game. And it was while the Mariners–not the Astros–were taking BP. But, I have been trying since I was eight to catch a ball hit by a major leaguer. And, I want to stress here that I caught it; it was not hit then bounced around and I got it; I caught it. I felt like a kid again. Unfortunately I don’t know who it was who hit it–I would like to think it was Ichiro; the hitter was a leftie–since they were all in their warm-up jerseys.
I know this may not seem significant but I have been trying since I was eight to catch a ball in a MLB ballpark. I remember going to the Astrodome for a game when I was nine or ten. We were getting there early to see BP and try to get a ball. I told my dad that I was sure we would get a ball tonight. He told me not to get my hopes up but he was sure we would get one some day. And, I don’t mean to veer toward the schmaltzy here or give this some significance it doesn’t have…but it isn’t lost on me that I finally caught a MLB ball on Father’s Day weekend.
Oh yeah, the game was fantastic. Biggio hit a home run for his 2889th hit (only 11 to go to the magical 3000) and they won their second game in a row against a strong Seattle team.