Foul Balls

Darren Copeland has A Treatise on Foul Balls that discourses on the Arlington Stadium (I’ll call it whatever they named it when that company sends me a check) fiasco well:

This is what happened in Texas. That foul ball was looking for a little kid. Unfortunately some guy NEEDED that ball. He almost ruined the magic for that kid. Thank goodness all those other players and fans came to baseball’s aid and saved it for the little guy.

(RTWT.) I can buy the guy’s story. Sure, he got caught up in the moment. Everyone in the ballpark wants to catch a ball. Congratualtions — you caught the ball.

What are you going to do with it?

You are going to put it up on your TV for a while. Then you are going to put it in your desk drawer. Then you are going to put it in a box in the attic. It isn’t a Barry Bonds home run. It is a nothing foul ball.

What is that four year old kid going to do with it?

He’s going to sleep with it tonight. He is going to put it on his dresser and look at it every morning. He is going to carry it to baseball games and try to get a ball player — any ball player — to sign it. When he starts school, he is going to take it in for Show and Tell. When he makes friends and they are playing baseball, they are going to run to his house after the game to look at and talk about his foul ball.

Pretty soon, he’s going to start playing ball himself at school. He might play High School ball; he’s probably not going to play college or pro. But he’s going to put that ball in the attic just like you. The difference is, when he is 30, he is going to be going through that attic and find that ball, and all those memories are going to come back. He’s going to give that ball to his four year old, and he is going to tell him about the guy who caught it at the ballpark and handed it to him.

You had a chance to create all of that, and you pissed it away.

One Comment

  1. Neil says:

    Stupid ball grabber. Er, wait…