A momentous thing happened at Wrigley today. No, it wasn't Geoff Blum's tying double off of Marmol. Geoff Blum is one of those guys who pretty much sucks until it is a big moment. Then he's Ted Williams. It's unreal. So that wasn't it.
It wasn't Marmol blowing the save, it wasn't Marshall getting the loss, it wasn't Byrd's three hits including the only hit with runners in scoring position for the Cubs. It wasn't Soto throwing out Michael Bourn, nor the fact that a pitchout actually worked.
It wasn't even Tom Ricketts visiting very near by in Aisle 423, nor the fact that hardly anyone recognized him (or if they did, they didn't care).
remember that in the thirty years that I have been attending baseball games and the roughly 650 games in that time, I had caught a grand total of zero foul balls before today.
Today, Houston catcher, Humberto Quintero fouled off a fastball on the 7th pitch of the at-bat. It came straight back, but it was coming in a little low. There was a woman with a couple of kids below me and I resisted sticking my hand in there and possibly either deflecting the ball into one of the kids, or shield the view of the mother protecting the kids. However, the woman ducked and it sailed over her and struck below the empty seat next to me and miraculously bounced towards me. I managed to corral the rebound and I now have my first souvenir baseball of my life.
It would have been nice if the Cubs had won the game, and I'm pretty pissed they lost two of three at home to a pretty bad team, but I got a ball.
Now I need to work on catching one on a fly. I figure I should manage that feat in about 2040.