|
Post by häšhtå.gdālėÿ on Jul 25, 2014 20:51:09 GMT -5
I was once a kid. Probably around 10 years old. I was sitting with my dad next to an older couple and a ball was hit right between me and the older man's wife. I excitedly jumped for the ball and bumped into the wife. I missed, and the ball ended up going to the older gentleman. He caught it, both he and his wife gave me a quick glare and then handed the ball to the kid directly in front of them.
That's the closest I have ever come. Now I'm 27. And I don't want that to be my foul ball memory. I'm keeping my ball.
|
|