A (personal) baseball story:
(Kinda long, sorry)
Watching the wonderful “Celebration of Life” for Willie McCovey on @nbcsauthentic
reminded me I actually had my own Willie Mac story.
When I was about 5 or 6, my father took me to Candlestick Park to watch the Giants play (baseball would become very important to me). The company he worked for had front row seats behind home plate (PacificTelephone). I brought my “glove” as kids did. All of a sudden Willie Mac hit a ball - literally - STRAIGHT UP in the air. WAY up there., ascending directly over our heads. I remember thinking “ohhh goshhh...” - this was my chance for a foul ball (which wasn’t very likely with the seat location - front row behind home plate w/ tall screen). But that ball was SO high, SO long in the air, and was drifting and swirling from the wind.
At the last minute I bailed from beneath this descending missile - too scared to try and “catch” it. It was highest ball I’d ever seen hit (probably to this day).
It bounced up off the concrete walkway next to me and back into the foul screen.
I was upset (inside), disappointed, & embarrassed in myself (at age 5/6). The usher between the seats and field grabbed the ball, then walked straight over and handed it to me. I was stunned. She had seen me try and catch it, then shy away at the last second. She was smiling.
(btw, no one else tried to catch that thing either...). So my first major league ball - my only foul ball - is a slightly scuffed Willie McCovey ball.
I will always remember looking up into the Candlestick Park night sky, at that ball going way up, then coming screaming down to earth. (I do remember thinking at some point maybe it was smart to get out of the way...). ⚾️
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