Drabble by Kevin Fagan for May 14, 2012
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Norma: Norman, guess what! They guy next to me caught a foul ball and gave it to me! Norman: That's what I wanted to do!! I wanted to catch a ball and give it to you and be a hero! That's why I brought my glove!! Instead, I'm sitting between two drunks in the last row of the upper deck! The only thing I'm going to catch up here is pneumonia! Norma: He didn't even bring a glove. He caught it bare-handed!
At my first Major League game, when I was seven years old, my dad caught a foul ball and handed it to me. Magic.