I’ve been going to baseball games for years, but never gotten a ball. I’m not very aggressive, and I’m usually holding too much camera gear to go chasing after balls. So when a ball comes in my direction, other fans shove me out of the way to get it, and I let them.
But I finally got a ball, on a rainy Monday. Sheets of drenching rain fell. It even sleeted earlier in the day. Fans left in droves. Someone in the visiting Gwinnett Braves dugout took pity on me and threw me a ball for being the only one in my section to stay to the end. Ordinarily, I’d have felt I had to give it to a kid, but there were no kids around on that cold, wet school night. So it was mine - my first baseball. It made me ridiculously happy.