Ever since I was a young fan, I had my heart set going to the Cubs World Series parade once they finally won. Well, it happened, and sure enough, my dad, my brother Nicholas, and I made plans to go downtown to join the celebration.
On Thursday there was lots of speculation to when the parade was going to be, but it was clear it was either going to be Friday or Monday. Monday looked likely for a while, as Jon Lester tweeted “See you Monday” to fans, and multiple articles pointed out it would be difficult to prepare for a parade and rally in a day or less. But, around midday, the parade was confirmed for Friday. So, we booked a hotel to stay over Thursday night, and planned on meeting up with some friends at 10:30 the next morning.
We woke up at around 8am. I checked my phone, twitter was abuzz with videos of people doing trust falls off statues and traffic lights, and there were multiple snapchat filters for the occasion.
As soon as we hit the streets, there were Cubs fans everywhere. We crossed the river, and made our way towards Michigan avenue. When we finally got down to Michigan Avenue, there were Cubs fans everywhere. The whole street was closed. Check it out:
Nicholas and I walked around for a bit, but not too far, as the cell towers were overwhelmed, so our cell phones weren’t getting signal.
We found a guy selling pennants, so I coughed up the money for one:
When my dad’s friends met up with us at about 10:30, we started south. The crowds got thicker and thicker and it became more difficult to take normal sized steps. Once we passed the famous Art Institute Lions, who were dressed for the occasion…
We eventually pushed our way through to one of the entrances to Grant Park, where we walked through security barricades, but didn’t have our bags checked because the tables they had set up were so filled with half empty liquor bottles.
I didn’t get any good pictures, since we weren’t really close enough, but I did get some video footage. You can watch it in my YouTube video I made about the day.
I had goosebumps nearly the whole afternoon. The fact that a Cubs World Series parade was happening, and I was there, was just awesome.
After the parade passed by, people started pouring back on to Michigan Avenue. We didn’t bother trying to get into the rally, and we went back to our hotel to check out, and then headed to my dad’s friend’s apartment to watch the rally.
Walking back to the hotel, every street up to Dearborn had people walking right down the middle of it.
It was a great day with 5 million of my closest friends. A positive day for a city that constantly has so many negative headlines.
What a time to be alive.
Going into the 2016 season, I was pretty confident in the team, but early on they scared me. When Kyle Schwarber got hurt in the second series of the season, I thought to myself “Well, here we go again”. But the team prevailed. Everything fell into place. It truly was a team of destiny.
For Dexter Fowler to come back to the team early in Spring Training. For the starting rotation to stay so healthy and so dominant all season long. For soft tossing ivy leaguer Kyle Hendricks to step up and have a nearly Cy-Young caliber season. For Javier Baez to go from a raw, strikeout prone player when he first came up to a quick handed, clutch hitting NLCS MVP. For former First Round draft pick Kris Bryant to pan out (unlike so many other 1st rounders) into a National League MVP. For Anthony Rizzo to overcome cancer early in his career and step up as the leader of a World Series Championship team. For Jason Heyward to struggle all season but deliver a legendary pep talk during a rain delay in the 10th inning of game seven to spark the game winning rally. And for Kyle Schwarber to tear his ACL in April, only to come back to step up in the clutch in October. It was destiny.
When the Cubs were down 3-1, I nearly gave up. It would’ve been the most “Cub move” ever to win the pennant, only to lose the World Series in 5 games at Wrigley Field. I doubted them again in game 7, when the Indians came back from the dead following Joe Maddon’s managerial blunders. But, they pulled it off. Here I am nearly a month later, and I still can’t believe it.
I get the feeling this won’t be a one hit wonder either….. Lets go do it again next year.
Go Cubs Go.
“Sure as God made green apples, the Chicago Cubs are going to be in the World Series, and maybe sooner than we think” – Harry Caray, 1991.
History has been made. For the first time in 71 years, the Cubs have won the pennant. Just think about that for a moment……. Crazy, right? The Loveable Losers have finally won something of substance.
On the way, the Cubs took on some formidable opponents.
First off, The Giants. After they beat the Mets in the Wild Card game, there were two words that were all over my twitter feed: “Even Year”. Madison Bumgarner was back to his October tricks, tossing a complete game shutout. Not to mention, another unexpected October hero emerging in Conor Gillaspie. Without a doubt, I was nervous. The Cubs calmed my nerves a little bit, winning the first two games in Chicago, but things got scary when the series headed to the Bay Area. I thought for sure the series was ending in three games as soon as Jake Arrieta took Bumgarner deep in the second inning. Little did I know it would turn into the craziest baseball game I remember watching. Unfortunately, I stayed up until about 2 am on a school night just to see the Cubs lose in disappointing fashion. The next night, things seemed to get worse, as San Francisco pulled out to a 5-2 lead by the sixth inning. After the Cubs failed to score in the sixth, I walked away from the TV. I couldn’t fathom another disappointing Cubs playoff exit. Going back to Wrigley Field would’ve meant the Cubs facing either Bumgarner, or Cueto, which likely meant a loss. So, I relaxed in bed until my phone started blowing up. It was the top of the 9th, and the Cubs had came back. Unreal. After Aroldis Chapman finished off the series (as well as the even year nonsense) I knew this team had something special.
The Nationals’ late inning collapse in game 5 of the other NLDS meant the Cubs would face the Dodgers. Game one went well, as unlikely hero Miguel Montero smacked a game winning Grand Slam to put the Cubs up 1-0 in the series. But then, the Cubs bats went missing, as the Cubs were blanked by Clayton Kershaw at Wrigley Field, and then by former Cub Rich Hill at Chavez Ravine. Cubs fans panicked. I panicked. But, I did my best to stay positive heading into game four, and I convinced myself the Cubs would win in six games. Sure enough, the Cubs put up a 10 spot on LA in game four, scored another eight in game five, and took down Kershaw in game six, clinching World Series berth.
As game six went on, it felt more and more surreal. I kept thinking to myself: “Is this really happening?”. As the lead kept growing, I knew the Cubs would put it away. When the game ended, I was so happy I really didn’t know what to do. So I tried to just watch and take in the moment. I still haven’t fully grasped it. It’s really unreal.
Heading into the World Series I have a few thoughts:
First off, the Cubs have scored most of their runs off of bullpens this postseason. The Cubs scored 7 runs off the Giants’ bullpen, and a whopping 18 off of the Dodgers’. The Indians bullpen on the other hand, has only given up 8 runs over their 8 postseason games. So, needless to say, the Cubs will have to do a better job of scoring off of starting pitching. Their performance vs Kershaw in game six was a good start.
Other than the Indians bullpen, I don’t see any reason the Cubs can’t break their 108 year title drought. The whole team is firing on all cylinders. With more clutch pitching performances from the likes of Kyle Hendricks and Jon Lester, stellar defense from Javier Baez and co., and the firepower up and down the lineup, it’ll be hard to stop this team.
Lastly, I am very spoiled to be experiencing this Cubs milestone at the age of 17. Many fans, like my father, had to suffer through many years of close calls, and many years of losing to get to this day. Unfortunately, many people weren’t able to experience the thrill of this moment in their lifetime, namely my Grandmother, Grandfather, Ron Santo, Ernie Banks, and many others.
I decided to type this post because of the magnitude of yesterday’s historic victory. I wanted to capture how I felt just a few short hours after the game ended. I hope you enjoyed a look inside my emotional roller coaster of this year’s playoffs.
Here’s to four more Cubs victories, and a World Series title.
Fly the W.
With game time being 12:35, my second day in the Queen City started quite early.
I got out of bed at around 8:30 or so, ate some breakfast, and then eventually started walking to the ballpark by myself at about 9:45.
Considering the previous night’s game going late, and the time change from the Central to Eastern time zone (One less hour of sleep), I was pretty tired. That said, I find it a whole lot easier to get out of bed early when you have a baseball game to go to.
The walk to the park took about 15 minutes or so. When I got there, it was about an hour before the stadium opened to the general public…..
But, thanks to Cole, I wasn’t a member of the general public! He sold me his season ticket so I could get into the stadium at 10:35 instead of 11:05.
This explains why I walked to the stadium by myself. None of my other family members had a season ticket, and I couldn’t bring in guests.
When I got there, I grabbed a spot near the front of the line:
When I got into the seats, I could see quite a few Reds pitchers tossing along the line, so that’s where I went.
Less than a minute after I put my backpack down, an overthrow came flying into the seats. It hit a seat about three rows in front of me, so I walked down and simply picked it up. There was nobody else around me, so it was quite easy.
I later identified the pitcher as Dan Straily.
It was a relief to be on the board so quick, since it would be tough to get any other baseballs.
For the rest of the time season ticket holders had the stadium to themselves, not much else happened. I tried to get some other toss ups, but didn’t come particularly close to anything.
Just as the stadium opened to the public, Jake Arrieta started tossing, and eventually started throwing in the bullpen. So, I grabbed this spot in hopes of getting a shot at a ball from the bullpen (specifically a commemorative).
While Arrieta was in the bullpen, Outfielder Jorge Soler (who was on the DL with a hamstring strain at the time) stood in the box. After the session was done, he started walking back to the dugout.
Since he was running the bases before he headed to the ‘pen, I was wondering how he was doing, so I asked him: “Como esta usted?” (which translates to ‘how are you’). He gave me a thumbs up. That was pretty awesome.
After that, I headed over to get a closer look at the hoard of Cubs fans. By the time I got over there the crowd had grown quite a bit…
After sitting there for about 10 minutes, something quite strange happened. Reliever Spencer Patton was throwing with bullpen catcher Chad Noble. After the two finished, Noble chucked the ball all the way from the third base line out to the batters eye in center field. It bounced off the batters eye onto the warning track.
You could probably guess what I did next.
I ran all the way around the concourse to right where the ball was. I pulled out my cup trick, reeled the cup over the ball, and plucked it off the field. As soon as I pulled the cup back up, an usher was on the way down from the top of the section, but as soon as he saw I had the ball he didn’t say anything.
Shortly after that, I headed over to watch Cubs starter Kyle Hendricks and catcher Wilson Contreras warm up.
Again, I was hoping to possibly get a commemorative baseball, but I really enjoy watching players warm up. Specifically pitchers. It’s interesting to see different players and team’s pre-game routines. As a pitcher myself, I try to pick up some good ideas from the pros.
Anyways, just as the previous day, I didn’t get a ball from there.
I then grabbed an aisle seat in left field.
There, I had a very close look at a scary play. After Ben Zobrist and Kris Bryant reached base to start the game, Anthony Rizzo drove a ball to the gap in left-center field. Reds Center Fielder Billy Hamilton and Left Fielder Adam Duvall both converged on the same spot chasing after the ball. In order to avoid a collision, Hamilton slid behind Duvall, just as he was reaching out to catch the ball. The ball bounced off Duvall’s glove, and smacked Hamilton right in the face. The ball bounced the complete other direction from Duvall, and Rizzo ended up circling the bases for an inside the park home run.
Hamilton remained on the ground for several minutes, and he wasn’t moving much. The crowd held its collective breath until he eventually sat up:
I ended up having to change seats multiple times in the half inning, so I met up with my family, and eventually sat here with them:
I really had a good time seeing the Cubs the two games I was there. This team is so fun to watch, and its even more fun in person.
Another great part of the game was enjoying it with my grandma, who seemed to have a lot of fun despite the relatively hot weather. Special shout-out to her for tagging along on the trip.
Between innings, my brothers and I noticed this unfortunate advertisement covering the tarp.
After the Seventh inning wrapped up, we grabbed some seats behind the Cubs dugout:
When the game ended, we tried to get a spot pretty close to the umpire tunnel, but many others had the same idea as we did.
I came pretty close to a ball tossed by Home Plate umpire Marty Foster, but another fan out-reached me. Apparently, Jack got a ball, but had it snatched out of his glove by an adult after he caught it. Nice. What some idiots will do for a baseball…
After that, I snapped some pictures with my W flag:
Great two days in Cincinnati.
2 balls at this game
23 this season
13-1 Cubs record when I am in attendance (approximately)
My jam packed day in the former city of the deceased gorilla Harambe started by grabbing some Breakfast at the hotel, and then heading to the National Underground Railroad Museum. The plan was to go through some exhibits and then meet Cincinnati ballhawk, and Co-Host of our podcast, Ballhawk Talk, Cole Adkins.
I was there for about an hour and a half, and I didn’t even get to finish one full exhibit. The museum is very somber, though I highly recommend it. I will have to come back next time and spent several hours.
When Cole texted me that he was in the lobby, I headed down, and we started toward my hotel.
Before I continue, let me tell you a little bit more about Cole. He is quite a successful ballhawk. He has snagged over 450 baseballs over his career, including over 170 this season alone. In reward for his 185 ball effort last season, he was voted mygameballs.com Junior Ballhawk of the year. In addition to hosting the podcast with me, he also maintains a Blog and a YouTube channel, where he posts some cool videos of ballhawking action he captures on his GoPro. Unfortunately for him, he is a Reds fan, and is a season ticket holder. He’s a great dude and it’s been fun to get to know him as a friend.
After we left the museum, we walked to the Reds Hall of Fame and museum, where I purchased a BP ‘tour’ ticket.
You might be wondering what the BP tour is….
Well, for the price of $20, you can get into the stadium at 4:30 (about two and a half hours prior to first pitch) to see the entirety of Reds BP from Right Field. One of the best things about this offer is the Reds only sell 50 tour tickets per game. So, buying the tour ticket guarantees you over half an hour of ballhawking with 50 people or less. Fortunately, I got a $10 discount from Cole. But, if you don’t want to cough up the $20, you have some other options.
One of which is to buy a season ticket, which gets you into the stadium at 5:10 (half an hour before the public, and two hours before game time), and you can roam anywhere between first base and the center field batters eye.
The final option is to wait until the entire stadium opens at 5:40 (90 minutes before first pitch).
After I bought my ticket, we made the 15 minute walk to my hotel to record an episode of Ballhawk Talk. With preparation time included, the episode took over an hour to record, and it turned out to be one of our better shows. You can watch it here. After we finished up, we ate some food, and headed to the park.
When we got to the stadium, we had about 30-45 minutes to kill. The night before when I met Cole in the hotel lobby between the Batting Practice and the game, he informed me that Ballhawking legends Moe Mullins and Rich Buhrke traveled from Chicago to see the games. I consider them the founders of ballhawking. They are both famous for standing on Waveland avenue outside of Wrigley Field at nearly every game for over 50 years. Moe is also well known for snagging Sammy Sosa’s 62nd home run in 1998 before he was attacked until he let go of the ball.
Upon arriving, we spotted them, and I introduced myself. Cole and I ended up talking to them for about 20 minutes. During our conversation Cole brought up Sosa’s 62nd homer, and Moe ended up telling us the whole story.
He told the story with so much detail it was as if he remembered it like it was yesterday. He recalled the huge crowd that was on Waveland hoping to snag a homer to turn around and sell it. He said that in that crowd, there were lots of “Gang Bangers” who were threatening to use violence against whoever got the ball. As the ball was headed onto the street, he remembered the whole crowd started moving forward, but he stayed where he was, which allowed him to eventually chase down the ball. As soon as he had the ball in his possession, he started to get scratched, hit, and bit. Eventually, he couldn’t breathe, so he lost grip of the ball. The person who ripped the ball out of his hands immediately ran to the safety of a squad car and was driven to the police station.
The story didn’t end there….. Mullins took it to court multiple times, before it was resolved that the ball would be returned to Sosa.
He also added that he received an invitation to have the case featured on Judge Judy, but turned it down.
After Moe finished, Cole and I got in line for the gate. Shortly after we claimed spots, Cole was recognized by two kids who said they had seen him in Zack Hample’s video. I couldn’t help but crack up a little bit. They asked him all sorts of questions for about 10 minutes. I’m honestly a bit surprised they didn’t ask for an autograph.
A few minutes before we entered the ballpark, another well known and very talented ballhawk, Erik Jabs, arrived. I had met him on two previous occasions, but the most recent occurred in 2014, so it was good to see him.
After what seemed like a long wait, they scanned our tickets, gave us a lecture to not beg the players for balls, and finally walked us out to right field. The action was underway.
I took this picture on the way in to the stadium. It captures how nice the weather was.
About 10 minutes in, Billy Hamilton was smacking the ball down the line, so I moved over a section or two in hopes of getting a toss up or a chance to cup trick a ball off the warning track.
It didn’t take too long for me to get reliever Raisel Iglesias to toss me my first ball of the day:
From there, just as Cole told me, BP was very slow. Not one homer was hit into the right field seats. I believe there were two ground rule doubles, but that’s all that came into the stands other than toss ups.
My only other ball from the Reds came from a toss up over-throw that I immediately handed to the intended target, so I didn’t have a chance to take a picture of it.
Shortly after that, we were about ready to run over to the seating bowl at 5:05, when fans started pouring into the first base side of the stadium… I was pretty confused, as I stated earlier, 5:10 is the normal time for Season Ticket holders. But, we asked our tour “guide” if we could run over there, and he said no!
This was a bit frustrating, considering there were a few baseballs over there that I was keeping my eyes on. Eventually, I ran over there before 5:10, but the baseballs were gone.
But, I had to refocus quickly, as Cubs BP was starting shortly, with sluggers Anthony Rizzo and Kris Bryant in the first group.
After scouring the seats again with Erik and Cole, we changed into Cubs gear, and re-positioned ourselves in right field.
When Rizzo stepped up, we all moved back about 10 to 15 rows. He put on quite a show, spraying the ball all over the seats. I found myself running after one ball, and then chasing down another one headed a section away on back to back pitches multiple times.
Halfway through the group we faced a decision: Run over to left field to search for ‘Easter Eggs’ when the whole stadium opened at 5:40, or stay in right for the rest of the group in hopes of snagging a ‘Riz-Bomb’.
I decided to take my chances and run over to left.
The sprint to Left Field is a bit like a race. You have to wait at the bottom of a ramp with the rest of your competition, and then as soon as 5:40 hits, you sprint as fast as you can.
So, at about 5:37 or so, about 10 other people and I, including Erik and Cole, waited at the “starting line”. When the steamboat horn sounded, signaling that it was 5:40, we started sprinting. As soon as we started running, I dropped my sunglasses, so I had to stop and pick them up. That set me back a bit, but I was still able to make it to the seats before Erik and a few others. I was only in the seats for a few seconds before a homer was smacked my direction. The ball was clearly headed over my head, but I still had my backpack on, so I didn’t bother jumping for it. Fortunately, the ball took a good bounce off a seat, and I was able to pick it up.
I snapped that picture quick, because about 30 seconds later, another homer came my way! This one landed a few rows further behind me than the previous ball, and as soon as it hit the seat, I didn’t exactly see where it went. Luckily, the ball ended up in the row in front of where I was looking, and I picked it up just as Erik was running over towards it.
It happened so quick that I still had the first ball in my glove when I picked up the second ball.
I almost got my glove on a Trevor Cahill toss-up after he threw it behind his back without looking, but the ball was knocked away by some other gloves.
Near the end of BP, a home run was hit a few rows in front of where I was standing. I moved down towards it, but Erik ended up catching it, as he was positioned in that row.
Shortly after that, BP started to wrap up, so I sprinted around the concourse to the Cubs dugout in hopes of getting a toss up from a player, coach, or equipment guy coming off the field.
After about a minute in that section, I was kicked out.
So, I headed off to find Erik and Cole. Unfortunately, Erik left before I found him, but Cole and I met up by the Cubs bullpen. We both grabbed a seat in this spot:
We had some time before any players came back out, so we just sat and chatted. While we were talking, he informed me that he had snagged three balls, and Erik only snagged two. That means I out-snagged the reigning Junior Ballhawk of the year, and one of the best ballhawks in the country… In the same game! I’m sure that if the game had less attendance they probably would’ve out snagged me, but still cool nonetheless.
Eventually, Cubs starter Jon Lester came out to warm up.
One of my goals for the trip was to get my hands on a Cubs ‘100 years at Wrigley Field’ commemorative baseball, and I figured trying my luck in the bullpen would be my best shot. I thought I could see a commemorative logo on the ball he was long-tossing with, but I wasn’t sure.
I never did find out if he was using a commemorative ball or not, because he didn’t even give me a glance on his way back into the dugout.
Here’s where I ended up sitting for the first few innings of the game:
Before the top of the first, something pretty funny played out right in front of me. Billy Hamilton tossed his warm up ball to a little boy who was two rows in front of me. I believe one of his parents caught it for him, as he was a bit too young to catch it by himself. After one of his parents caught it, they handed it to him. After a few quick seconds of examining the ball, the kid decided to throw the ball back onto the field. The first pitch of the game was thrown before Hamilton could call time and run over to toss the ball back to the kid. I think everybody got a good laugh out of the whole thing.
The excitement started early, when Ben Zobrist ripped a lead off homer. It was that moment when I really realized how much I missed seeing my favorite team play in person. I miss Wrigley Field.
At about the 4th inning, Cole texted me that he was heading out. So, I met him at the top of the section, and we snapped a few pictures.
A bit later in the game, we moved out to left field where my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins were. They came into town the previous night and we went out to dinner, and they also came to the museum with us.
After I finished up my nachos, my brothers and I headed to the Cubs dugout.
Before we left, a rare Billy Hamilton hit a homer to put the Reds within one. The Cubs went down in order in the top half of the ninth, and went into the bottom half with a 2-1 lead. After getting Joey Votto to fly out to start the inning, Hector Rondon hit Brandon Phillips with a pitch, and gave up a single to Jay Bruce. Rondon then came back to strike out Adam Duvall to bring Cincinnati to their last out. But, in the first pitch of the at bat, Eugenio Suarez singled to left, and the game came down to Matt Szczur’s throw to the plate……
It was a good throw…. But not good enough, and Phillips was safe at the plate, and the game was tied. Fortunately, Hamilton popped out to end the inning, and it went to extras.
Even though the Cubs blew the lead, it was by far the most exciting inning I had seen in person in quite a while.
Now the issue was, I knew my parents weren’t going to want to stay much longer because my Grandma came to the game with us, and it was getting late for her. It was only a matter of time before the “We’re leaving after this inning” text came up on my phone.
Unfortunately, it came in the 11th inning. I tried my best to buy some time. I even offered to walk back to the hotel by myself after the game, but nothing worked. So, I reluctantly left with my family after the 11th inning.
We walked back to our hotel, and as soon as I got back to the room, I turned on the game.
After a few innings, the Cubs finally broke it open in the 15th, with a Kris Bryant RBI single followed by a Javier Baez grand slam. Thankfully, the Cubs record when I’m in attendance improved to approximately 12-1.
If you want to see some video of the ballhawking action I talked about in this post, make sure to check out Erik’s video from this game here.
21 balls this season
68 balls lifetime
13/30 MLB stadiums visited
Cole-3, Erik-2, Nick-1, Jack-1
Our day started in Memphis, Tennessee. After eating some breakfast at the hotel and printing out the Cardinals’ and Giants’ rosters in preparation for the game later that day, we headed out to walk around a bit.
After taking a walk down Beale street, we walked over to the Memphis Redbirds stadium, AutoZone Park. To our surprise, the stadium gates were open, so we walked in to take a look around.
After leaving the park, we made a stop at the Peabody Hotel to watch the famous march of the ducks.
We then went back to our hotel, checked out, and headed over to the National Civil Rights museum at the Lorraine Motel. We had also seen the MLK historic sites in Atlanta. They were all very important stops on our trip, as we can all learn a lot from Dr. King’s teachings, especially in today’s tumultuous times.
Eventually, we got on our way to St Louis. It’s basically a four hour drive, which isn’t terrible, but the fact that I was seeing a baseball game in a few hours made it feel a bit longer.
When we started getting close to St Louis, it started spitting rain. I didn’t think much of it, as it was extremely light, and not consistent. We checked into our hotel and unloaded the car about 40 minutes before the stadium opened. That didn’t give us much time to get to our room, unload our stuff, and get to the ballpark before it opens. But, we got it done, and started walking to the park about 20 minutes before the gates opened.
Since it was a Friday game, the gates opened 2 hours prior to first pitch, opposed to only 90 minutes on weeknights. I figured the extra half hour would help a lot, as Busch isn’t known as a very good ballhawking stadium, and Giants fans travel particularly well.
On our way to the right field gate, we passed the left field gate, where we had a partial view of the field….. And the tarp was on, which was quite frustrating because it was barely raining….
Here was the view when we got in line for the gates:
As Jack and I were waiting to enter, we noticed the signs on the back of the right field scoreboard, proudly exclaiming: “11 time World Champions. ’26 ’31 ’34 ’42 ’44 ’46 ’64 ’67 ’82 ’06 ’11”.
Jack quietly said to me: “They sure like talking about the past here”.
Jack may be a Pirates fan, but we share a common dislike of our rivals, the St Louis Cardinals.
After we finally got through the gates, and received a 2006 World Series trophy relic, we were greeted with this view:
Not a player to be seen. The only action was the grounds crew putting away BP screens.
We walked around a bit, and soon found a quite surprising scene. At Busch stadium, there is a ledge with some flowers growing on top of the outfield wall. While we were walking around in the outfield, we saw a fan leaning over the wall with some string in his hand. As I walked closer, I saw it was a ballhawk glove-tricking a ball off of the ledge….. It took him a while, but he eventually got it.
If I were in the stadium quicker, I probably would’ve had a shot at it with my cup trick, but oh well. I was more confused than frustrated. How did the ball get there? It was apparent that there wasn’t BP, as there weren’t any Easter eggs in the seats…. Or was there early BP? But how likely would it be for a ball to just land there and not bounce off? Did a player run out there just to specifically put that ball on the ledge? Who knows. Something fun to think about.
After that, I quickly sprinted to the other ledges in left-center and straight-away left to beat the bushes to see if there were any other baseballs. Unfortunately, there were none to be found.
From there, I didn’t really know what to do. There wasn’t anything to do.
After walking around a bit, I headed to the Giants side of the field, in hopes of some pitchers coming out to warm up.
So, what other option did I have but to eat!
I got some Gluten Free Chicken Tenders and tater-tots. Pretty basic, but when you’re on a gluten free diet, there aren’t many creative options when it comes to ballpark food. But, GF chicken tenders are a rarity, so it was a bit of a treat.
After I finished my food, both of my brothers and I headed down the third base line, back to where I was before. At that point it was about 6:20, and I still hadn’t seen a player.
Finally, at approximately 6:42 pm Central daylight time, we finally saw a player, as Yadier Molina and Adam Wainwright headed out to the Cardinals bullpen!
Shortly after that, some Giants players came out to stretch and throw.
Notice something in that picture, a few rows in front of me?
I looked at it a bit closer, and it was a baseball. I figured it was a fake china ball that someone brought for an autograph, as people leave them in cup holders often. But, just to be sure, I walked to go check it out. I got to the ball, and….. It was an Official Major League baseball!
I didn’t really feel like ballhawking in-game. I just wanted to take in the game from my seat, and enjoy the pitching match up, Johnny Cueto vs Adam Wainwright.
Between innings, I noticed that the Cardinals built something awfully familiar looking across the street from the stadium at their Ballpark Village….
The pitching match up lived up to the hype, as Cueto only gave up one unearned run in six innings. Wainwright reminded me of his vintage self, tossing seven innings and giving up two runs.
While we were in our seats I took this panorama:
But first, on the way there I snagged a T-Shirt:
That half inning was particularly long, as the Giants put three runs on the board, and the Cardinals had multiple pitching changes. This allowed us plenty of time to find a spot behind the third base dugout.
But, the big problem was we didn’t exactly know where the umpire tunnel was….. So, we went with the safe bet of the visitors dugout and hoped for the best.
While we were there, Nick pointed out an opening in the net on the third base side of home plate, wondering if that could be the tunnel. I really didn’t think it was, so I stayed put.
So, when the Giants recorded the final out of their 5-1 victory, I was ready to snag an umpire ball…… But then the Umpires started heading towards the tunnel Nicholas pointed out, and went in that way….
I didn’t have any time to dwell on my disappointment though, as I was right above where the Giants were entering the dugout. So, I quickly switched to my Giants cap. But, San Francisco only gave away one ball, and it was to my brother Jack. I believe it was the final out ball.
After that, I had my picture taken with the one ball I snagged/found (with Jack unintentionally photobombing).
HUGE ‘Thank you’, goes out to my parents for planning all our exciting travels. We have seen many great places on our trips and I look forward to seeing many more.
1 ball at this game
17 balls this season
65 balls lifetime
12/30 Major League Stadiums visited
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Our first full day in Atlanta started off with me catching up with my buddies Wolf Blitzer and Anderson Cooper at CNN:
Turns out the CNN studio tour was a bit of a rip off, as we only saw one actual TV studio, and Wolf and Anderson don’t actually work in Atlanta.
From CNN, we walked through Centennial Park to Coke World. (Yeah, I know, a bunch of touristy stuff)
To my surprise, Coke World was actually quite enjoyable. Lots of free pop, and there was actually some interesting stuff there. After leaving through their huge sampling room with over 100 different types of soda, we walked back through Centennial park to our car, and got going to the ballpark.
We arrived at the gates about 10 minutes before they opened. The crowd was much larger than the day before, but fortunately my brother Jack and I were able to squeeze into line behind David Welch, who I had met the previous day.
After snagging 7 baseballs the previous day with only about 30 minutes of batting practice, I could only imagine how many baseballs I had a chance at snagging today with a full two hours of BP.
When the gates opened I was greeted with a better scene than yesterday, as Braves BP was already starting.
My first ball came pretty quickly. Jeff Francoeur, one of the Braves few good BP hitters (based on what I’ve seen), was in the Cage. A few pitches in, he hit a screaming line drive to the section to my left. So, I started running through a row. As I was running, I realized that the ball was going to land in my row, but it was coming in so fast, I wasn’t going to get there in time. I came close, but the ball hit a seat, and ricochet out of the section. I never really stopped running, and I was able to chase it down:
Shortly after that, a ball was hit into the gap. So, I quickly grabbed my bag, and brought it to the spot. Thanks to my new and improved cup trick, I was able to pluck the the ball out of the gap in under 30 seconds for my second ball of the day:
Braves BP slowed down, the crowd grew, and more kids were showing up, as it was the last day of school for Atlanta Public Schools, and tons of kids decided to come to the ballpark to celebrate.
I had a two or three close calls with homers for the rest of Braves BP, but nothing I could’ve or should’ve caught.
One thing that was a bit strange was I didn’t come close to any toss ups. Not one. Players wouldn’t look when I called their name, not even Austin Pirzynski! But, almost all the balls getting tossed into the crowd were going to kids, so I can’t argue with that.
Finally, Braves BP ended. I was really excited for Marlins’ BP, Giancarlo Stanton in particular. Or so I thought….. Turns out Stanton was scratched from the lineup due to an injury, and didn’t hit.
My bad luck continued into Marlins BP. I didn’t come close to any homers in the first group. My chance for tossups got even worse, as a ‘Marlins’ Little League team showed up in the bleachers in full uniform. Just my luck.
When the second group started, I figured I would just stay in left. My mind quickly changed when Ichiro started hitting absolute bombs to the right field seats. So, I sprinted over there to get there just in time for Ichiro’s second round of pitches.
After a few close calls, I was finally able to get my hands on one. Ichiro crushed a homer over the cross aisle, and into the seats behind it. It hit a seat, and started bouncing around. I lost sight of it, so I started moving towards the cross aisle. I didn’t have to move to far, as the ball came bouncing right toward me.
When I got there I realized my chances of snagging another ball were pretty slim, as the crowd had grown, and there were almost no empty rows to run through.
So, I picked a spot at just about straight away left field, and stood in the aisle. Shortly after I found that spot, a ball was hit directly at me. First thing I did was freeze. I had time, as I didn’t have to run laterally, it was just a matter of whether it was going to be in front of me or over my head. I thought it was going to be just a step or two short, so I took a step down…… and rolled my ankle and fell…….. No, unfortunately, this is not a joke.
I watched helplessly from the ground as the homer hit the railing I was leaning against, and bounced away.
I was pretty frustrated, as I picked the perfect position, and I wasted my opportunity.
I came pretty close to another ball in a scramble, but couldn’t quite get my glove on it before another person reached and picked it up.
The most frustrating part of the day came shortly after the first scramble. Another homer landed relatively close to me, and I ended up being the only one very close to it. I was a row below it, so I reached over the row, and had the ball in my fingers when all of a sudden…. BOOM. I was bowled over by a rather large woman in the same row as the ball, who decided to chase after it at the last second. The force of her.. umm… mass… slamming into me caused me to lose my balance, and jarred the ball out of my hand. The ball rolled away, as I watched from the ground yet again.
During that crazy sequence, my finger somehow got jammed. Fun stuff.
The good thing was, the large woman didn’t end up with the ball. She never apologized, or said a word to me at all. I threw her a few dirty looks, which was about all I could do.
A few minutes after that debacle, BP gracefully ended.
I met up with David, and chatted for a few minutes. He said that he had snagged 7 balls. Ironically, I had snagged 7 the day before, and he had snagged 3, so we flipped positions.
I then headed to the outfield plaza to pick up these delicious nachos:
We then found our seats, and I enjoyed my nachos from there.
After I finished eating, I got into position for a Marlins warm up ball.
My plan for the game was to stay in my ticketed section, and play foul balls. There was plenty of room to run, so if there was a foul ball hit to the sections on my left or right I had a good shot at it.
This was my view of the field:
I came close to a foul pop up in the bottom of the first, close enough to where I saw myself in the re-broadcast of the game later that night, but not super close, as the ball landed a section away.
The real action came in the top of the third inning, when Justin Boar stepped to the plate for Miami. Every time a lefty came to the plate, I moved down a few rows to a completely empty row so I would have extra room to run. My Mom, Dad, and Jack were sitting two or three rows behind me, and Nick was in an empty row behind them. In the middle of the at bat, Boar smacked a foul ball our way. I believe the ball landed in the row behind Nick’s. From there, the ball rolled into Nick’s row, then into Jack’s row. At that point, I was about to run into the row with my parents and Jack, but my Dad picked up the ball! If I had just stayed in my seat that I sat in for right handed batters I’m pretty confident I would’ve snagged it.
But, regardless, I was pretty happy for my Dad, as out of all the games he’s been to in his life, that was his first foul ball.
Around the 5th inning, I met up with David to get a picture with him. I’m going to try and get pictures with all the ballhawks I see at the stadiums I visit this year.
Here’s where I moved:
I figured my chances of landing a 3rd out ball were pretty slim, so I headed back to my seat. I’d much rather have a foul ball anyways.
In the 8th inning, I came extremely close. A ball was hit in the section to my left, which was virtually empty.
As soon as the ball was hit, I got up out of my seat and into the aisle. I was tracking the ball for a bit, and it looked like it would be in the far end of the section, so I started running through a row. That was a mistake. The ball ended up landing in the middle of the last row of the section. If I had just continued to watch the ball, I would’ve climbed to the top of the section, and ran to the ball. But, instead, I was all the way on the other side of the section when the ball landed, about four or five rows below the ball. I hopped over a few rows, but didn’t come close to the it.
In the 9th inning, we headed to the visitors dugout to get a spot for umpire balls.
As the picture shows, we got a decent spot, but as soon as there were two outs, about four little kids ran down the aisle, and basically sat right in our way. At that point, I knew my chances were quite small. As soon as the game ended, I attempted to scramble next to the dugout, so I would be on the side of the umpire tunnel. When Home Plate umpire Dan Iassogna got close to the dugout, he threw one pretty close to me, but another person with a glove outreached me and caught it. Iassogna proceeded to throw about three more baseballs into the crowd behind the dugout, and then headed in.
Since it was a Friday, it was fireworks night, so we headed back to our seats to get a view from there.
While we were sitting, I noticed this grounds keeper mowing the grass…..
After about 10 minutes of waiting, the fireworks still hadn’t started, so we decided to head out.
As we were walking out of Turner Field for the final time ever, I snapped a few good pictures with the fireworks in the background.
Overall, I really enjoyed my time at Turner Field. It’s not a bad looking stadium, most of the ushers and security guards were very friendly, and the ballhawking was great. Too bad the Braves are moving.
Special thanks to David for his hospitality while I was at his home stadium.
16 balls this season
64 balls lifetime
Over the past few years, I’ve had a desire to see Turner Field. When the Braves announced that they were moving into the brand new Sun Trust Park in time for the beginning of the 2017 season, I knew we had to organize a trip down relatively quickly. So, over the winter, we planned a visit to Atlanta to see two Braves games, and turned it into a trip throughout the south.
We left the “Athens of the south” and hit the road for Atlanta at about 10am Central time. The drive from Nashville to Atlanta takes about four hours, plus a lost hour going from the central time zone to the eastern time zone.
The reason time was a concern was the Turner Field gates opened at 4:30, a full two and a half hours before first pitch. In fact, the gate opening times were one of the main reasons I wanted to visit. It allows you to see both team’s BP in their entirety, so I didn’t want to be late.
We hit a rough patch of traffic around Chattanooga that took us a while to get through, but after that it was smooth sailing until we got to the Atlanta metro area. We hit another snag as we passed the aforementioned Sun Trust Park. For those of you who don’t know or haven’t been to Atlanta, the city is riddled with awful traffic, so I was a bit nervous that we wouldn’t make it. After sitting in traffic for a while, we finally made it to our midtown hotel at about 3:40. We quickly unloaded the car, and brought all our luggage to our room. We packed our backpacks for the game, and got on our way to the Ted at about 4:10.
When we pulled into the parking lot at 4:36, Jack and I hopped out of the car and sprinted to gate 755.
There, I met Turner Field regular David Welch, a.k.a. DeeDubs24 on mygameballs.com. He is quite the accomplished ballhawk, and has snagged over 1,000 baseballs in his four-year ballhawking career. We had been exchanging direct messages on twitter, and he was very helpful, so it was nice to meet him.
We chatted a little bit, and he informed me that he wasn’t sure if there was going to BP, as the previous night’s game went 13 innings and lasted until around midnight.
When the gates opened, I ran in, and this was the scene:
While we were talking, word got around that Tom Glavine was standing in the outfield plaza area. Luckily, I had brought a few clean baseballs from my collection to have signed. So, I grabbed one out of my bag and brought it up for him to sign. Sure enough, he was standing there looking at his phone in a Fox Sports golf shirt.
Getting an autograph from a hall of famer isn’t a bad way to start the day at the ballpark.
The Braves didn’t start hitting until about 5, and David suspected it was an optional BP, so there would only be two or three groups. The Braves aren’t the best hitting team, so I wasn’t expecting much.
In preparation for my time at Turner Field I made a cup trick, as there is a gap between the stands and the outfield wall. The ushers don’t care if you use ball retrievers, so not bringing a retriever would be a waste of a great opportunity, as balls end up in the gap quite frequently.
This is about where I stood for Braves BP. Most of the time I was probably further back.
The first few minutes of BP was quite action packed for me. My first close call came when a Braves player (who I couldn’t identify) smacked a deep homer over everyone’s heads. The ball hit a seat, and bounced down a few rows. From there, a scramble ensued. David, another Ballhawk, and I all converged around the ball. It was still rolling, and it rolled out of the row that I was in, and the one in front of me. So, my only chance at getting my hands on it was diving over those two rows and, that’s exactly what I did. Unfortunately I only came up with a scraped elbow. I think I get an A for effort, though.
My next opportunity came pretty quickly, as a ball was hit in the gap. I had the cup trick ready in my cargo shorts pocket, as I knew David was extremely quick with his retriever, and I didn’t want to waste any extra time. Fortunately for me, David was a few sections away, so this was my opportunity.
I got to the spot, pulled the cup and string out of my pocket, and reeled it down towards the ball. It took me a little bit to get it lodged in the cup, but I eventually got it, reeled it back up, and tah-dah!
(Sorry about the blurry picture, I couldn’t see the quality of the picture until after BP as the sun was very bright and I couldn’t see my phone screen)
My first ever retrieved ball.
The Braves weren’t hitting many into the seats, so I figured most of my baseballs from the Braves would come from toss ups.
There were a few Braves pitchers standing near me, so I had a pretty good shot at getting a toss up out of one of them.
So, when Mike Foltynewicz ended up with a baseball, I called his name and he tossed it to me:
Another person on the field in my general area was A.J. Pierzynski’s son, Austin. He was chasing around lots of balls in the outfield, and he actually made quite a few nice catches. I figured if he cased down a ball on the warning track, he would probably toss it up if I called out his name.
So, I looked up AJ Pierzynski’s Wikipedia page, and found his name. Shortly after that, he chased down a ball, and I called out:
“Hey Austin can you toss that up for me please?”
He quickly turned around, and he was eager to throw it toward me. The throw was pretty high, so I jumped, but it still went over my head. I couldn’t chase it down, but luckily, he ended up with another ball shortly after that and tossed it right to me.
He seemed pretty excited someone knew his name. I try to take advantage when players kids are on the field, as they can be pretty generous, but unfortunately, it doesn’t happen very often.
The last group of Braves BP wasn’t anything special. Most of the group were lefties, but I stayed in left, hoping they could muscle a few opposite field shots into the seats or into the gap.
I guess the Braves need to hit the weight room, because not one opposite field homer was hit.
Although I didn’t have any opportunities with any hit balls, I did have a shot at a toss up that ended up in the gap. A Braves player tossed up a baseball to two women who were standing in the front row. As I expected, they dropped it right into the gap. So, I offered to retrieve it for them. This one took a bit longer than the last one, as it was a lot closer to the outfield wall, so I didn’t have a good angle on it. But, after about a minute, I reeled it in. I didn’t get a chance to take a picture of it, as I handed it right to them.
Shortly after that, Braves BP ended.
As soon as the Braves finished, the grounds crew started taking down the cage. This was quite disappointing, as that pretty much killed my chances of reaching double digits for the game.
However, there were some Brewers pitchers warming up along the left field line, so I headed over there.
After standing around for a few minutes without a toss up, Brewers bullpen coach Lee Tunnell came by with a handful of baseballs, and tossed them to Brewers fans. Fortunately, he spotted me, and hooked me up with one:
I then headed over to the Braves side of the field, in hopes of getting a warm up ball. The only reason I picked the Braves side over the Brewers side was I was hoping the Braves would be using commemoratives.
…Not commemorative. But, I was happy to have the ball though, as it set my new game high, breaking my previous record of 5 that I set on 6/8/14 at Nationals Park.
Jack and I stayed at that same spot, in hopes of getting a chance at a third out ball, as we were pretty close to the dugout.
Unfortunately, we came up empty handed, and left for our ticketed seats after the second inning. Here was the view from there:
After a few innings there, I decided to stand in the tunnels behind home plate to try and snag a foul ball.
Here’s where I stood for righties:
I went back and fourth for a little bit, until I found a ticket on the ground for section 105. Unfortunately, that section is behind the net. So, I went and talked to the usher for section 109, which is the first section that isn’t behind the net, and is the perfect spot for third out balls after strike outs.
So I said: “I have a ticket for 105, but can I grab an empty seat in your section and sit there?”
And she said: “You don’t wanna sit in 105?”
Me: “Yeah, I don’t want to be behind the net!”
Usher: “Alright go ahead!”
I wish all ushers were that nice.
I sat there for there during the top of the sixth. During that inning, it started to rain. It started soft, so I figured that they would keep playing, but the rain quickly intensified. Fans flocked to the concourse and sections covered by the overhang.
I knew that if there was a strikeout to end the inning, it was mine. No competition at all. Not one little kid. But, of course, the inning ended with a Martin Maldonado ground out.
After the half inning ended, I suspected the game would be delayed, as the rain was coming down even harder. But, to my surprise, the game was not delayed, and continued into the bottom of the 6th. During the bottom half of the inning, I headed over to the Brewers side.
The bottom half of the frame was a bit more eventful than the top half, and therefore longer. Jeff Francoeur tried to jump start a Braves rally with a one out double, and then there was a pitching change. Brewers reliever Jhan Marinez got the Crew out of the inning. When the inning ended, the rain hadn’t gotten any better, so the game was delayed.
So, I met up with David in the concourse, and we walked around. We had some good conversations about ballhawking, and baseball in general. While we were talking, ball retrievers came up in our conversation. I mentioned how mine didn’t have a lot of weight on it, so it was harder to pluck balls off the ground. So, generously, David pulled out some extra hockey pucks that he drilled holes in that he uses for weight for his cup trick, and gave them to me. The extra weight makes it a lot easier to get baseballs, as you can get the ball in the cup at an angle, instead of having to be right over the ball to pick it up.
Shortly after that, the grounds crew started to take the tarp off, and prepare the field for play.
When the field was ready for play, some players came back out and started tossing along the foul lines, like they did before the game. So, I headed over to the Braves side:
I employed a new strategy for the rest of the game. For the first two outs I would play foul balls in the tunnels, and I would sit behind the dugout for the last out of the inning.
Look at all the room I had to run if a foul ball came my way:
My plan didn’t exactly work. I came close to a total of two foul balls. Well, not even two. One was hit right over my head into the second deck, and if it bounced down I would’ve had it. Another ball was hit into the sections underneath the overhang of the second deck, but I couldn’t get there in time.
But, I did get another panorama to capture how empty the stadium was.
As for third out balls, those didn’t go great either. There were too many Brewers fans for me to have a good shot at their third out balls, so I stuck to playing the Braves side. Unfortunately, I just had awful luck. In the 8th inning, I was still playing foul balls when Jonathan Lucroy grounded into a double play to end the inning, so I couldn’t get to the dugout in time for that. In the 9th inning, I was in perfect position for a third out ball if there was a strikeout to end the inning. Chris Carter, the Brewers’ power hitting, strike out prone First Baseman was at the plate, so I had a pretty good chance. Sure enough, he struck out to end the inning, and I was the youngest one at the dugout, so I thought for sure it was mine. But, you guessed it, Braves catcher (and former White Sox) Tyler Flowers tossed the ball to a fan standing right next to me, in Kansas City Royals gear. Nice.
For the bottom half of the ninth, I headed over to get into position for umpire balls.
When Freddie Freeman lined out to end the game, I stood up right in line with the tunnel, a near perfect spot, directly in Randazzo’s sight line if he looked into the crowd. When he reached the tunnel, he appeared to have plenty of baseballs. He threw them all out to fans…. and one of those fans was me!
My target for the trip was acquired. A good looking, Turner Field final season commemorative baseball. Not to mention my seventh snag of the day, and my third commemorative in three games this season.
It was a good way to end a fun, but lengthy night at the ballpark. Special thanks to my parents for staying for the whole game.
13 balls this season
61 balls lifetime
Today looked to be a pretty good day to ballhawk. Even though it was a Sunday day game, the previous day’s game was also a day game, which usually means there will be on-field BP. Not to mention, the weather was just about perfect.
It turned out to be a good ballhawking day, but not exactly how I thought it out to be.
We arrived at the cell at about 10:40, bought our tickets, and claimed the first spot at the gate by 10:45:
After we got a spot in line, I had lots of time to kill, so I walked around the park a little bit, and returned to the gates about 20 minutes before they opened.
When the gates opened, we had our bags checked, and our tickets scanned. I was just about the 3rd person on the escalator up to the seating bowl. As soon as I got off the escalator, I sprinted to get a look at the field and………… The cage wasn’t set up.
But, there was some activity on the field, as some Rangers pitchers were tossing down the line in right. So, I headed down there.
While the players threw, I identified most of them.
After about 10 minutes, a few pitchers were wrapping up, including reliever Nick Martinez. When he finished, I called his name, and asked him for the ball. I was the only one who knew his name. Unfortunately, some other kid also picked up his name, and started asking him as well. He ended up tossing it to the other kid.
My disappointment only lasted a few seconds, as there were still plenty of other pitchers throwing, and I could see some of them were using Arizona spring training baseballs.
The next pitcher to finish up was Left handed side-armer Alex Claudio. When he was looking to toss up the ball, I called his name, he tossed it in my direction, and I caught it. I then looked in my glove to see a beautiful Arizona Spring Training logo!
I snagged both 2016 spring training commemoratives, and I didn’t have to travel any further than 90 miles.
Shortly after the snag, Cole Hamels started signing autographs.
Unfortunately I didn’t think to bring a clean baseball for autographs, so I had him sign the Arizona Ball.
After that, Jack and I headed back to the entrance/exit ramps to get a view of the Rangers’ batting cage, in hopes of snagging a baseball there. When we got to the cage there were two coaches chatting and hitting off the tee. I later identified them as interim Third base coach Spike Owen, and pitching coach Doug Brocail. It was kind of funny watching them, as Brocail was smoking a cigarette, and it appeared as if they were discussing their golf swings. When they finished, I asked Owen if he could toss one up. He acknowledged me, grabbed two baseballs, and tossed them to Jack and I.
The ball was very beat up, warn out, and scuffed. It is probably the most used baseball in my collection. I don’t mind getting dirty baseballs, as they have some character to them.
I also got that snag on video. I was filming some highlights of the day for a video for the Ballhawk Talk YouTube channel. Make sure to check it out.
After we finished there, we headed back into the concourse, and walked over to our actual ticketed seat to talk with our mom for a little bit. We then headed back over to the Rangers side of the field in hopes of getting a warm up ball.
Unfortunately, only a few players ended up throwing, and I came up empty handed.
I then moved to some empty seats behind the Rangers dugout.
I usually try for third out balls in the early innings because not many fans know that players throw out baseballs at the end of innings. As the game goes on, more and more people, especially kids, become aware. Also, many people show up late to the game, and don’t get to their seats until the second or third inning. Therefore, it is much easier to get a third out ball in the first 3 innings, versus any other time of the game. For some reason, this strategy never really payed off for me, but I decided to try it again anyways.
The top of the first was a bit of a flashback to last season for the White Sox. Newly acquired pitcher Mat Latos gave up a long ball to Nomar Mazara in the second at bat of the game, and Tyler Saladino booted an easy ground ball that Prince Fielder hit right into the shift. I really thought the White Sox were going to lose, but they turned things around quickly.
My first opportunity for a third out ball came in the bottom of the first, when Jose Abreu flew out to Mazara to end the frame. After Mazara made the catch, he tried to throw the ball to Second Baseman Rougned Odor, but threw it over his head. Shortstop Elvis Andrus ended up with the ball, and came back to the dugout with it. When he got to the dugout, he scanned the crowd. As I suspected, not many people were aware Andrus was about to throw the ball out, so my only real competition was Jack, and another kid who looked to be about 10 or 11. They were both wearing White Sox gear. I was wearing a Rangers T-shirt, so I knew I had an advantage. Knowing Andrus is a native of Venezuela, I figured my chances would be a lot better if I asked in his native language of Spanish.
So, I said “¡Elvis! ¿Tirarame la pelota por favor?”
Sure enough, it worked!
Muchos Gracias, Elvis!
Great way to snag my first game ball of the season. I guess Spanish class comes in handy every once in a while.
Jack and I stayed at the dugout until the end of the 3rd inning, when we headed over to some seats in the shade.
While I was out there, there was a crazy Cubs fan a few sections away. Between innings he would take off his Cubs hat, wave it around, and then flip everyone off when he drew large boos. The usher at the top of the section appeared to go down to his seat to tell him to stop, but he didn’t listen. But, he never got kicked out.
Nothing else eventful happened, so at the seventh inning stretch I met up with Jack. After watching the bottom of the 7th and top of the 8th, we made our way to the Rangers dugout during a meeting at the mound with two outs in the bottom of the 8th. We grabbed some seats in about the 15th row, as all the seats on the aisle were taken closer to the dugout. We planned to go straight to the umpire ball spot after the inning ended so we could get a good spot, so I wasn’t going to really try for the third out ball.
After Adrian Beltre fielded a chopper barehanded and made an off balance throw for the third out of the inning, Jack ran all the way down to the dugout, and I just walked down a few rows.
This time, Odor ended up with the ball. Right away, he seemed to have spotted my Rangers shirt, and he threw me my second game ball of the day!
Immediately after I caught the ball I heard “Hey! He’s got two!”. That’s when Jack and I ran out of the section.
We ended up here before the start of the 9th inning:
Unfortunately, after David Robertson closed things out for the White Sox, Home Plate umpire David Rackley didn’t toss anything up.
I then ran over to the Rangers dugout to try and get a Rangers bullpen pitcher or coach to toss one up, but none of them had any baseballs in their hands.
Shortly after that, I met up with my brothers and my mom, and we headed for the exits.
It was good to be back at the Cell.
4 balls at this game
2 game balls
6 balls this season
White Sox: 4
Baseball is back!
We had our eyes on this date a few weeks in advance. Both the Brewers and the White Sox were home, and it was my brother Nicholas’ birthday. Considering he’s a Sox fan, we were originally planning on going to their game, but the weather was rainy and cold. So, we decided to head north to the stadium were you can escape the elements!
Since it was a Sunday day game following a Saturday night game, we assumed there wouldn’t be BP, but we still planned on getting there before the gates opened because it was a bobblehead day.
Unfortunately, we ran quite a bit late, and we got there 10 minutes after the gates opened…. Yikes. But, we figured it was okay since there wasn’t BP, and the lines to get in were short.
By the time we had our tickets scanned it was about 11:55, 15 minutes after the gates opened. When I got my first glance at the field, I was pretty shocked. Yeah, you guessed it. The cage was set up and the Astros were taking batting practice.
Lesson learned: Don’t assume things.
As soon as I saw what was going on, I sprinted through the seats on the third base side of the field, through the concourse, up the stairs to the 200 level, and into the bleachers. By the time I got up there I was completely out of breath, and I almost lost Jack, who could barely keep up.
When I got up there, I met up with my buddy and fellow ballhawk, Josh Schenk.
Here is where I stood for the portion of BP that I saw:
After about 10 minutes up there, nobody had come close to reaching the second deck, until Jose Altuve got a hold of one. As soon as he hit it, I got a beat on it. It was going to land in the middle of the front row, but a bit short. So, I squeezed past the guy in the white, and ended up next to a barehanded buy who was right in line with the ball. I reached in front of him, and made the catch.
The moment I caught it, the guy in the white (who also happened to be barehanded) said: “You better not do that to me!”. He had a friendly tone, so I figured he was joking around. So, I responded: “Don’t worry I won’t”.
Turns out that wasn’t all he had to say.
He continued: “You can’t do that to me, because these are my actual seats, you know”. At that point I just turned around, rolled my eyes, and walked away. He kept talking, but couldn’t hear what he said. I don’t need to be lectured by someone who clearly has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s batting practice! Just because a ball is hit to your seat doesn’t mean you automatically own it.
As for the guy I reached in front of, he gave me the stink eye for the rest of BP. He definitely would’ve dropped the ball or gotten hit by it. If anything, he should’ve thanked me instead of giving me dirty looks. Bring your glove next time and maybe you can catch it yourself…
Shortly after my catch, BP ended, and the two barehanded guys started talking to each other. As I started to walk away, the guy I reached in front of continued to stare me down, and the two started walking after me, so I figured that was my cue to get going.
After I jogged into the concourse, I ran into my parents, who were on their way to check out the Selig Experience exhibit and movie. Since I was reading The Game, which focuses a lot on Selig’s role in getting baseball back on it’s feet after the ’94 strike, I figured I would check it out.
We waited in line for a few minutes:
When we got in, we sat down in this theater type room:
After everybody had a seat, they played a 15 minute movie about the story of Bud Selig bringing baseball back to Milwaukee, and then keeping it there by building Miller Park. It was very interesting.
The coolest part of the exhibit was at the end of the movie, one of the movie screens rolled up to show a projection of Selig talking in the office exhibit they put together. After the movie ended, we walked by the office exhibit:
We then moved into a room with lots of pictures and Selig quotes:
If you ever have a chance to visit this exhibit, I highly recommend it. It only takes about 15 to 20 minutes to get through the whole thing. Perfect thing to do between BP and the game.
After we left the exhibit, I walked around the ballpark, and made my way to Toyota Territory, where I would spend most of the game.
I got there just in time to see 2015 AL Cy young award winner Dallas Keuchel warm up.
The Astros bullpen catchers were also warming up, behind Keuchel. After they finished, they tossed the ball to an Astros fan who was standing right next to me, but it went right through his hands, and bounced into the separate part of Toyota Territory. I tried to reach and grab it but, I couldn’t quite snatch it and, someone who was sitting nearby ran and picked it up.
This wasn’t exactly the best game to be in Toyota Territory during the game, because when you have one of the best left handed pitchers in baseball on the mound, chances are there won’t be much going on home run wise in right field.
The game started off with Jose Altuve taking Brewers’ starter Jimmy Nelson deep into the second deck on the first pitch of the game. In the bottom half of the frame, the Brewers responded by loading the bases, and scoring two runs. The game ended up being very long, as it was dominated by walks and strikeouts. The Brewers walked six times over the course of the game. Though Keuchel was off his game a bit, he still struck out eight. The game spanned over three hours and eight minutes, which is pretty long for a pitchers duel. The Brew Crew came out on top 3-2.
During the game I talked quite a bit with Josh, and Shawn Bosman (A.K.A Ballhawk Shawn), who showed up just before first pitch. We had lots of good conversations about ballhawking, and baseball in general. Shawn also tipped me off that the Astros were still using some Florida Spring Training commemorative balls in their bullpen. Snagging one became my main focus of the day, and contributed to me staying in Toyota Territory the whole game, even though Keuchel was pitching.
Around the 6th inning I went up to the second deck in left to check out my actual ticketed seat, where my parents and Jack were sitting.
It was honestly a pretty good view. The only reason I didn’t stay up there was our seats were in the middle of the row, and all the other seats in the row were taken, so if a home run were hit up there I would have a slim chance of getting my hands on it.
While I was up there, my mom told me a pretty funny story. In the early innings of the game my mom was getting a snickers bar out of Jack’s bag for him, but she somehow dropped it over the railing into the Astros bullpen…. I honestly wonder if they ate it…
When I went back down to Toyota Territory, the Astros had pitchers tossing in the ‘pen, so I found a spot where I could possibly get a toss up.
I’m in the grey, the Astros fan who dropped the toss up is sitting to the left of me, and Shawn is behind me next to the guy in the striped overalls.
You might be wondering why that railing was there. It was real annoying, and obstructed my view of the bullpen.
I asked Shawn why it was there. I guess when the Phillies were in town last year, Jake Diekman got in a shouting match with a fan. Supposedly the fan told Diekman he was going “Come down there and kick your ass”. So, now we have an annoying railing.
After one Astros pitcher finished tossing and sat down, I called bullpen catcher Javier Bracamonte’s name. He didn’t respond, but Ken Giles heard me, laughed, and waved at me. So, I waved back. That was pretty funny.
By the time the ninth inning rolled around, I hadn’t seen any Florida balls in any pitchers hands, and the Astros were down, so they didn’t have anybody throwing. So, I had no choice but to wait until the end of the game to ask Bracamonte to look in the bag for a Florida ball.
As soon as the game ended, I pushed the railing off to the side a bit, and squeezed into the corner spot. Bracamonte was throwing a few balls out to other fans behind the bullpen, and then came over to the ball bag. I got his attention, and asked if he had any Florida balls left. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Great”, I thought so myself, as I thought that meant there weren’t any left.
But then, he dug into the bag, grabbed a ball, and tossed it to me. When it was in the air, I could see the logo, and it was a commemorative!
I made sure to tell him thanks multiple times before he left the bullpen.
When I got home, I realized it was also my 50th career ball.
Bracamonte is known to be one of the nicest guys in baseball. I know he has helped other hawks such as Shawn, and Tony Voda snag commemoratives. Check out this story about him after the Astros lost in the playoffs last year. Class act.
Shortly after that, I said goodbye to Shawn and Josh, and met up with my brothers behind the dugout.
Not an awful way to start off the season.
2 balls this game
2 balls this season
50 career baseballs
This summer, when I saw the Blue Jays play at the Rogers Centre in Toronto, I reached a personal milestone: Ten MLB stadiums visited.
Those ten include (In the order in which I visited them): Wrigley Field, Miller Park, US Cellular field, Progressive Field, PNC Park, Nationals Park, Oriole Park at Camden Yards, Citizens Bank Park, Comerica Park, and Rogers Centre.
I will rank the stadiums based on the “LarryRating” system that I have just came up with. I will give each ballpark a score on a scale from one to ten in each of these three criteria:
Includes surrounding area, stadium design/aesthetics, stadium food, etc.
Based on quality of ballhawking at that stadium, considering ballhawking is part of my everyday experience at a ballpark
Includes fan participation, fan behavior, stadium music, etc.
Then I take the average score, and put them in order. Ties are broken using personal preference. The higher the rating, the better.
[I do not own any of the following pictures]
10. Comerica Park, home of the Detroit Tigers (LarryRating: 4.6)
Don’t get me wrong, Comerica Park is a beautiful park, but it was the little things that made it last on my list. Ballhawking was difficult due to the terrible bullpen positioning in left, and the gates opening only 90 minutes early. The surrounding area doesn’t help it’s rating, as there were many homeless people, and it was rather depressing. One of the strangest things about the stadium is that there wasn’t an organ! What baseball stadium doesn’t have an organ?
There were some good things about Comerica too. The backdrop of the skyline sets a nice scene. The baseball Ferris wheel, and other baseball themed rides give a unique touch, and the outside of the stadium is well-designed.
You can read more about Comerica park in my blog post about my visit there last July.
9. Citizens Bank Park, Home of the Philadelphia Phillies (LarryRating: 5.0)
Citizens Bank Park has many great things about it, but the not so great things outweigh the good.
The main problem with this stadium is it’s isolation from downtown Philly. If you look closely at the picture, the skyline is to the right of the scoreboard. The stadium is only surrounded by a sea of parking lots, and it’s neighbors Lincoln Financial Field (Home of the NFL’s Eagles), and the Wells Fargo Center (Home of the NHL’s Flyers, and NBA’s 76ers). The atmosphere is nothing to write home about, especially now that the Phillies are cellar-dwellers in the NL East. Ballhawking isn’t terrible, but it could be better.
But, it’s a beautiful ballpark, the food is delicious, and the fans I talked to were friendly. The Phillies hall of fame and unique bullpen design in center field make things interesting. Like all the ballparks I have visited, I would recommend visiting.
You can read about my Citizens Bank Park experience here.
8. Progressive Field, Home of the Cleveland Indians. (LarryRating: 5.3)
I have mixed emotions about this ballpark. Part of the reason is, I didn’t have a chance to ballhawk there, as we showed up to the only game I’ve seen there in the 3rd inning. I feel like it would be a relatively good ballhawking stadium, based on what I’ve read about it.
The main reason Progressive is #8 on my list is because the atmosphere isn’t very exciting. Attendance tends to be very low, so that drags things down a bit.
But, they do have some good fireworks shows. Hopefully I will have the chance to visit Cleveland again sometime in the near future, so I can give Progressive Field another shot.
You can read about my brief experience at “The Jake” here.
7. US Cellular Field, Home of the Chicago White Sox (LarryRating: 5.6)
I love the Cell dearly, as it is the stadium I visit the most, but I just couldn’t put it higher on my list.
It has the potential to be the best ballhawking stadium in the league, with low attendance, lax ushers, and lots of room to run, but the the gates opening only 90 minutes prior to first pitch makes things a bit difficult.
White Sox fans are passionate, but when the team fails to reach expectations they have a hard time getting fans to the ballpark. This has made the atmosphere a bit dull, especially over the last few seasons.
The experience is nothing to write home about, as the ballpark design is rather bland. But, I have to say the food is above average, especially if you like churros.
You can read about my most recent experience at US Cellular Field here.
6. Nationals Park, Home of the Washington Nationals (LarryRating: 6.0)
Nationals Park is another stadium that I had a limited experience at, because the game we attended there was rained out. But, I did get a chance to ballhawk, and it was great.
In my opinion, Nats Park is one of the better ballhawking venues in the league. Not because of the stadium layout, which makes things a bit more difficult due to the bullpen placement, but because of the gate opening times. Nationals Park is one of the few stadiums in the MLB that opens it’s gates Two and a half hours early, which means fans get to see the entirety of home and road team batting practice.
Considering I didn’t see an actual game, I have to assume the atmosphere and experience were about average.
You can read about my experience in the nation’s capitol here.
5. Miller Park, Home of the Milwaukee Brewers (LarryRating: 7.0)
Miller Park being only #5 on this list shows how many great ballparks I have visited.
Miller has one of the best atmospheres of all the stadiums I’ve visited. No matter how the team is placed in the standings, the Brewers nearly sell out every weekend in the summer. From tailgating in the parking lot, to the sausage races, and singing “Roll out the Barrel” after the 7th inning stretch, the Miller Park experience is one of the most unique in the league.
That said, Ballhawking is sub-par, considering there is no first deck in left field, and not many hitters reach the second deck on a consistent basis. Large crowds and strict ushers complicate things as well.
Next time you’re in Milwaukee, make sure to visit Miller Park.
You can read about my last experience in Milwaukee here.
4. Rogers Centre, Home of the Toronto Blue Jays (LarryRating: 7.6)
Who would’ve thought the Rogers Centre would’ve been this high on my list? I sure didn’t expect it to be a great park before I visited there. Who would? Ugly turf, not a permanent baseball stadium, and tons of empty seats tend to make the Rogers Centre look like a below average place to watch a baseball game.
To my surprise, I had a great experience there. Fans showed up in droves, and it was a great atmosphere. The fans around me were paying attention to the game, which was also surprising considering our seats were in the second deck of the outfield. The stadium got very loud. It turned out to be a great place to watch a game.
The experience was also great. It was a giveaway day, and the theme was winter in July. It was actually pretty cool.
As for ballhawking, the large crowd made things difficult, but I still managed to snag two baseballs.
You can read about my experience in Toronto here.
3. Wrigley Field, Home of the Chicago Cubs (LarryRating: 8.3)
Do I even have to write about Wrigley Field?
The Wrigley Field experience is one of a kind. The hand operated scoreboard, marquee, ivy on the walls, and the surrounding neighborhood are just a few things that make the friendly confines so special.
The Cubs never struggle to get fans to the North Side, so the atmosphere is one of the best, if not the best, in the league.
“Well, if Wrigley Field is so great, why on earth is it only #3 on the list?”
Because of the ballhawking. Stadium rules only let those with bleacher tickets enter the bleachers, so if you have a ticket in the seating bowl, you have to stay there. Many fans show up to the gates early to get a good spot in the bleachers, so that makes it tougher to navigate quickly though the steep bleachers.
If the ballhawking part of these reviews were eliminated, Wrigley Field would be #1, without a doubt.
You can read about my most recent experience on the North Side here.
2. PNC Park, Home of the Pittsburgh Pirates (LarryRating: 9.5)
Where to begin? Beautiful scenery, passionate fans, and high quality ballhawking are all things that come to mind whenever I see PNC Park on TV.
The backdrop of the Roberto Clemente bridge and the Pittsburgh skyline may be the best in all of baseball. Not to mention the outside of the stadium, which features multiple statues, and a river-walk beyond the right field wall.
The loud Pittsburgh fans create a great atmosphere, especially on a mid-summer night when the Bucs are in the heat of the playoff race.
Great ballhawking puts the cherry on top of the experience, with Roberto Clemente gate opening two and a half hours early for night games.
I highly recommend making a trip to the city of Pittsburgh, and PNC park. You won’t regret it.
You can read about my experience in Pittsburgh here.
1. Oriole Park at Camden Yards, Home of the Baltimore Orioles (LarryRating: 9.5)
If someone asked me to describe the perfect ballpark, the description might sound a lot like Camden Yards.
The stadium design is beautiful and unique, featuring the B&O warehouse, flag court, and Eutaw street in right field. The retro design concept of the stadium gives things a great touch.
When they show up on a consistent basis, Orioles fans give Camden Yards a great atmosphere. Once you leave, you won’t be able to stop humming the O’s style of the Seven Nation Army chant.
Ballhawking is another great thing about this stadium, as the Flag court and Eutaw street give hawks plenty of room to run after home runs during BP, as well as during the game. The wide cross-aisles in the seating bowl also provide good opportunities to snag a foul ball.
Once you visit Oriole Park at Camden Yards you will want to return. I know I do.
You can read about my experience at OPACY here.
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