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Unfortunately, I missed the entire 3 game series at PNC Park vs the Cubs earlier this week. Monday it rained, so I stayed home. Tuesday, I had to coach, and wouldn’t have been able to get to the game until 7. Wednesday’s game was an afternoon game, and I had to work.
Not wanting to get completely shut out in Week 23, I made the two hour drive to Cleveland today.
I got there early enough so that I would be first in line.
It would be twenty minutes before anyone else showed up. While waiting, I ran into a ballhawk named Dennis from New York. He was on a 10 ballpark tour, and was familiar with other ballhawks such as Zack Hample, District Boy, and Greg Barasch. We talked up until the gates opened.
When the gates did open, I ran in to search for Easter Eggs. Usually there are a bunch, but the Indians didn’t hit early, so there was nothing. After an exhaustive search, I did find ball #1 several rows back in the section closest to the Indians bullpen.
I then turned my attention the Indians batting practice.
Eventually, the bullpen coaches and a cop got the squirrel to go into the Indians bullpen, and slammed the door shut. What is it with Cleveland and animal problems (remember those seagulls that cost the Royals a game a couple months ago
I didn’t stay for the game, and left, satisfied with my six snags on the day.
Game: 6 balls (5 hit, 1 thrown)
Season: 350 balls (187 hit, 102 thrown, 62 device)
Games: 72 games (7 of which didn’t have BP)
Average: 4.86 balls per game
Career: 516 balls
Streak: 87 consecutive games attended with at least 1 ball snagged.
I decided to make the trip back to Cleveland for the second consecutive day. The previous day, I had snagged twelve baseballs. However, today, I would struggle a bit.
I was the first one in line, and therefore was the first fan into the seats. I immediately started looking for Easter Eggs. Usually, the seats are littered with baseballs. Not today. Not a single Easter Egg anywhere. Either an usher or employee had picked them all up, or the Indians did not take their customary early cuts in batting practice.
I would have to try and earn some the old fashioned way.
I had my first chance at a ball that landed a few seats away from me. I was moving toward the ball, but wasn’t fast enough to get to the spot before it landed. The ball hit off of a chair and popped straight up in the air. I started to reach up to grab the ball barehanded when some teenager a row up from me appeared seemingly out of thin air, and jumped to grab the ball just as it was about to land into my outstretched hand. I was pretty mad with myself.
Later, another home run was hit, and I scurried over to the spot. The ball landed in an empty row behind me, so I bent down to scoop the ball up with my glove. Never pick up a ball with your glove. The ball was firmly in my glove, and I had begun to lift it up, when a man grabbed onto my glove and ripped the ball out of it. I glared at him and said, “Wow, are you serious?”
Apparently not, because he immediately tossed me the ball. I don’t know if he had done it was a joke or what. Then I had to deliberate whether or not to count the ball in my collection.
Any ball tossed to me or given to me by a fan does not count. I eventually decided that since I had clear possession of the ball first, it would count. I further concluded had the man snatched the ball from me and not given it back, I still would’ve counted it. It was not a great way to get ball #1, and I needed to get more.
I continued to try and get batted balls in the right field/center field seats.
Balls just weren’t coming at me today. To make matters worse, the Indians portion of batting practice was just about over, and the seats were getting cluttered with fans.
There weren’t many fans, just enough to block up every one of the first 10-15 rows, thereby limiting my range.
Game: 4 balls (1 hit, 3 device)
Season: 279 balls (142 hit, 85 thrown, 52 device)
Games: 58 games (5 of which didn’t have BP)
Average: 4.81 balls per game
Career: 445 balls
Streak: 73 consecutive games attended with at least 1 ball snagged.
Today was a weird and unconventional snagging day. I would catch zero balls off the bat, and only snag one ball thrown by a player. Yet, somehow I managed to break double digits.
I was the second one in line when I got to the gate. About fifteen minutes before the gates were to open, the old woman in front of me spared two of her friends, a father and his daughter, a little girl of about six years old. Little did I know that the daughter would go on to snag 12 balls of her own today, and assist me with three of my snags.
When the gates opened, I ran in to the bleachers and immediately found ball #1 about six rows back. I continued towards the visitor bullpen, and found ball #2 sitting in an aisle seat. I continued on towards the visitor bullpen and found ball #3 lying in the front row.
I wasn’t done searching. I walked over to the Indians bullpen and saw a ball laying in the front row. There were people standing in front of it, but hadn’t noticed it laying underneath the chair behind them. I walked in the second row, bent down, and picked up ball #4. It was extremely water-logged. I tried to write ‘433’ on it, but it was just too wet. I’ll have to wait until it dries out to re-label the ball.
When I picked up ball #4, I immediately noticed ball #5, which was about fifteen feet out, on top of the Indians bullpen.
I went to work. I tossed my glove out and pulled it in, knocking the ball a good ten feet or so closer. I took out my ‘Cleveland Stick,’ the collapsible six foot yard stick, and hooked the ball towards me. I reached over and grabbed the ball, for my fifth of the day. The father and daughter who were in line in front of me watched me make the snag.
After finding those first five balls, I tried to play for home run balls.
Game: 12 balls (4 hit, 1 thrown, 7 device)
Season: 275 balls (141 hit, 85 thrown, 49 device)
Games: 57 games (5 of which didn’t have BP)
Average: 4.82 balls per game
Career: 441 balls
Streak: 72 consecutive games attended with at least 1 ball snagged.
I decided to attend this game in Cleveland, seeing as the Pirates were off and I would not be able to attend this weekend’s Friday and Saturday’s games due to a wedding.
I began the day with a career tally of 392 balls snagged. I would need 8 to get to 400. It would’ve been nice to get a landmark ball outside of PNC Park for once.
I arrived at the stadium at 3:35, and the Indians were already inside hitting. It is not unusual for Indians to be taking early BP, I’ve seen it many times, so I didn’t think much of it at the time.
At the gates I was greeted by PNC Park ballhawks Bryan Pelescak and his brother Nick. They were the first ones in line and had already snagged balls over outside the left field gates. The top three ballhawks at PNC Park had all made the trip (We all have over 100 balls snagged apiece this season). There would likely be some stiff competition today.
When the gates opened, I ran into the right field bleachers to search for Easter Eggs. I ran down the center area of the right field seats, looking around quickly for any balls. I got down to the front row and spotted a ball to my right. I picked up ball #1. On the board. A few feet further in the same row was ball #2. Another section over was ball #3. I then spotted another ball but a police offer hurriedly went over and picked it up. “I need this,” he snorted. “It’s cool, I already found some,” I said. I then ran over to Heritage Park. This was within maybe a minute or two of the park opening, so I was hoping I would be the first one there. However, a young ballhawk, maybe 14 years old had beaten me there. He was trying to reach a ball that was at the back of the wall underneath the fence in heritage park. He stood up and began to walk away, but then saw me out of the corner of his eye and went back to the spot. I went over and asked if he had anything to get the ball with, he said he didn’t. I got out my 72 inch ruler and told him he should also check the tall grass for balls. It took me only a few seconds to push the ball closer to me, and I had ball #4. I probably should’ve given it to the kid, but I was in such a hurry to get back to right field to look for more Easter Eggs that I just ran off. I felt guilty a minute later as soon as I realized that I snubbed the kid. It was a jerk move on my part. I didn’t feel so bad after the teen sent me a nasty hateful email (apparently he knows of my blog – how else would he know to run directly to Heritage Park?) filled with swear words and random personal attacks. (Don’t worry Marty R from Salem OH, I won’t post your message or any of your personal info here (IP address, etc)-I’m not going to sink that low – just think before you go spouting off) I’m sure next time he’ll be better prepared with a device of his own to get those hard to reach balls in Heritage Park.
I continued to walk up and down every row searching for balls while Nick and Bryan did the same thing. I soon found ball #5, tucked at the bottom of a folded up chair. Nick also found five. Progressive Field is an Easter Egg heaven.
Then I realized something was wrong. There were no Indians on the field. The groundscrew had come out and started watering the dirt on the infield.
Not good. I was off to a fantastic start, and the Indians are a great right field hitting BP team. I would’ve had an excellent chance at double digits.
The crowd was sparse too.
When the ball was in view, I went to work. I had to be quick because there were policemen in the market pavilion behind me, and a worker who’s supposed to watch the bullpen. I was able to get the ball on the first attempt, and slowly reeled it in for ball #7. A few impressed spectators asked me how I was able to get the ball, and I explained the glove trick to them.
I went back to left field, but it was really crowded at this point. I had little range.
Luckily, a right handed batter hit a ball that bounced on the warning track, and into the trees in Heritage Park. I had a chance to nab my 400th career ball. I ran up the steps in center field and over to Heritage Park.
When I got to the spot, a teenager had a ball and was gloating about his prize. Oh well. I decided to check anyway. Wouldn’t you know it, there it was, a ball that was tucked away at the back of the outfield wall behind the base of one of the trees. It would be a tough ball to get because one of the monuments prevented me from inserting the collapsible ruler straight on.
After some finangling, I was able to get the ball close enough to reach in and grab ball #8 (#400).
I ended BP over in left field. Unfortunately, the last group featured utility players and back ups, so few home runs were hit.
I ended the day with eight baseballs. I went back to Heritage Park to do one last check for any balls that I may have missed. On my way there, an old guy, who had been repeatedly pestering me in right field for baseballs offered to buy one off of me for $3. I turned him down. “Sorry, I don’t sell them.” When I was looking for balls in Heritage Park, along with Nick, a teenager offered Nick $20 for a ball. When Nick turned him down, he made me the same offer. I also turned him down. “I don’t sell them, plus I wrote on all the ones I got. Sorry.” I told him. If I had brought along some extras I would’ve sold him one. I probably have at least 100 MLB balls at home that I didn’t snag, and aren’t part of my official collection. I use them to give away on occasion, especially in times like the scenario that played out with ball #4 today.
After BP, I took off, hoping to get home before dusk. Which I did achieve, even with a stop at Wendy’s for dinner. (Small Chili, 1 Grilled Chicken Go-Wrap).
I haven’t been staying at many games lately. I don’t have time to with my new hobby.
And the sweet spots:
Game: 8 Balls (5 hit, 3 device)
Season: 234 Balls (124 hit, 75 thrown, 35 device)
Games: 47 Games (5 of them didn’t have BP)
Average: 4.98 Balls per Game
Career: 400 Balls
There were thunderstorms forecast for the area today, so I wasn’t sure if I was going to attend this game. When 3:30 rolled around, the weather was beautiful, so I went. It stayed sunny and nice into the evening.
I was the second one into the stadium, and the first into the bleachers. Time to hunt for Easter Eggs. There were none. I think the sweeper guys have been picking them up. They’ve noticed us ballhawks sprinting in and looking in every crevice, and may have caught on, picking up the balls just before the gates are to open. I’ve seen them in the area the past couple days at opening time.
I got on the board early when Robinzon Diaz hit a ball that bounced over the fence near the left field foul pole. The ball was directly at another ballhawk, but he misplayed the ball, letting it bounce right past him. I ran over and picked up the ball for ball #1 of the day.
Ball #2 came from Ben Francisco of the Indians. He hit a home run ball to left center field. I was in the second row, and could tell that the ball was staying up. I got up on top of the bleacher and made a full extension catch.
At 5:30, I decided to run over to the right field wall. The Indians had multiple left handed power bats pepper the right field seats with homers. I got to right field at 5:30, but the gates were still closed. I noticed one ballhawk was already up there. How’d he get up there so soon? No matter. The gate was slightly ajar, so I slipped in and up the steps and found ball #3 lying where the red arrow is indicating to.
I then left to go back to left field as I despise the right field wall.
I got ball #4 off the bat of an unidentified Indians hitter. He hit a fly ball that landed on the warning track. I was in the fourth row back. Since it was a fly ball, it was going to take a high hop off the track. I got up on the bleacher and made the catch over two Indians fans who were also going for the same ball.
That’s all the action I got today.
Another hot and sunny day at PNC Park today.
I really wasn’t looking forward to batting practice much today, after seeing yesterday’s performance by the Indians. Their right handed hitters all take a predominantly opposite field approach when they are taking their cuts, meaning most of their hits are line drives to right or right center field.
I got on the board with ball #1 of the day from Steven Pearce. He hit a home run that was landing about a row and a half in front of me. I was able to get my glove on it, but didn’t make the catch. The ball dribbled into the row directly in front of me, and I was able to quickly pick it up for my first ball of the day.
The sun was glaringly bright again today.
Game: 3 balls (2 hit, 1 thrown)
Season: 203 Balls (102 hit, 73 thrown, 28 device)
Games: 40 games (5 of which didn’t have BP)
Average: 5.08 balls per game
Career: 369 balls
I got to the gates about four minutes late today. When I got inside, I was discouraged to see that the final group that was batting for the Pirates was all left handed batters (Delwyn Young is a switch hitter).
I stood in left field and waited and waited for a ball to come out that way. Finally, near the end of the Pirates portion of batting practice, Delwyn Young turned around and batted right handed. He hit a home run two sections to my right that I simply had to jog over to and pick up. It was ball #1.
The Indians came out to hit. Their first group was also all lefties. Very discouraging. I could’ve had another ball, but the rubber band was missing from my glove. It must’ve gotten lost on Sunday when I went with my dad to play baseball. I also received a substantial injury on Sunday. I was going after a fly ball in left field, when I stepped into a huge swamp area left over by the torrential rains from this past Wednesday. I skidded on my right foot for about six feet, then fell backward. I landed on my glove hand, but that gave way, causing my elbow to awkwardly bend backward. It’s been real sore ever since.
Anyway, the sun was blazingly bright today.
I lost two balls in the sun. Completely lost them. When that happens, I look at other people around me, to see if they’re tracking the ball, so I can pick it back up. The folks around me couldn’t see either.
Game: 2 balls (2 hit)
Season: 200 balls (100 hit, 72 thrown, 28 device)
Games: 39 games (5 of which didn’t have BP)
Average: 5.13 balls per game
Career: 366 balls
I checked the weather forecast in the morning and saw that there was a 15% chance of rain between 3-5 PM. Good enough for me. I went to Cleveland.
There was some rain that I ran into on the way there, but when I got to Cleveland, the streets were dry. Apparently it had rained a few hours before. Surely there would be batting practice.
I figured that I might as well. I went and stood in line while the bright sun shone down. Surely they’d take the tarp off.
The tarp stayed on. I listened to the gate worker talk about how there was a 90% chance the game would be canceled due to thunderstorms, and that it would be made up tomorrow. I thought about just going home.
I had a build a pretty nice streak of games with at least one ball, dating back to August 2008, and I didn’t want to lose it. But I figured I’d put it on the line.
When the gates opened, I ran in. There were no other ballhawks here today. Just a few old ladies and a couple little kids in line. I looked for Easter Eggs. I figured maybe a coach was hitting fly balls before the stadium opened, and maybe one went into the stands.
I looked for a few minutes before finally finding a soaked ball in the front row by the bullpen. How did this get here? Maybe it was from the night before or earlier this morning? No matter, I was on the board with ball #1.
A few seconds after I picked up ball #1, a teenager appeared from beneath the bullpen roof and rolled ball #2 across the roof to me. Totally unasked for, but definitely appreciated.
It helped that the stadium looked like this.
Since the stadium was so empty, when the Progressive Insurance car shot
off its Tshirt and Scarf around 4:45, I was able to get both of them.
They were pretty nice. No annoying ads on them.
I got my final ball of the day at 4:47. It came from a kid maybe 8-10 years old wearing a “Willis 51” jersey. He was the pitching coach’s son, I think. The teenager in the picture is the kid who threw me ball #2.
A ball had gotten away from one of the Brewers’ pitchers and they left it in center field after they went inside. When the Willis brothers were coming out of the bullpen, I asked for the ball. They threw me the ball they were using and kept the ball that was in center field. No problem. It was ball #4.
I stayed until about 6:30, and the tarp stayed on the field the entire time. I decided to leave, because I had a trip planned to go to Baltimore the next day.
The game ended up being delayed 49 minutes. On the way home, I faced mother nature’s fury, a trifecta of lightning, hail, and tornados. It was bad.
And the sweet spots:
Game: 4 Balls (4 thrown) – (the EE had to have been thrown into the stands since there was no BP)
Season: 192 Balls (94 hit, 71 thrown, 27 device)
Games: 37 Games (5 of which didn’t have BP)
Average: 5.19 Balls per Game
Career: 358 Balls
I got to the ballpark an hour early to ensure that I would be at the front of the line.
The ball was in a little divit, so it took about 3-5 minutes of jostling the ball around until I finally had ball #7 in my grasp. The ball had “Expect to Win,” written on it.
I received my final ball, ball #8, of the day off of the bat of Mat Gamel. He hit a high fly ball to right center that I camped out underneath and made an easy catch. This particular ball had the phrase, “Best Catch Ever,” written on it. It made me smile. I was thinking to myself, “Yea, that was a pretty nice catch.”
I like how the Brewers write these crazy things on their baseballs. It’s unique. It’s different.
When the game began, I went over to the Home Run Porch in left field. The closest any ball came was a Ryan Garko foul
ball that traveled about 350 feet. I was about 25 feet away from it and lost a foot race to the spot.
I left about half way through the game.
The sweet spots:
Game: 8 Balls (7 hit, 1 device)
Season: 188 Balls (94 hit, 67 thrown, 27 device)
Games: 36 Games (4 without BP)
Average: 5.22 Balls per Game
Career: 354 Balls
Since the Pirates are out of town for a week, I decided to hit the road. I made the 2 hour trip north to Cleveland. I got to the stadium around 4PM, bought a ticket, and was ninth in line.
When the gates opened, I sprinted to the right field seats, hoping to find an Easter Egg. I’d noticed that several other people ahead of me ran to the seats also. Instead of going directly into the seats, I ran down the concourse towards the visiting team’s bullpen, figuring that all Easter Eggs would already be claimed in center field by those ahead of me. The move paid off. I spotted ball #1 laying in the front row, and quickly ran to it and was on the board.
I did manage to snag ball #2 off of the bat of Victor Martinez. He hit a home run that sailed about 4 or 5 rows over my head. I ran back and grabbed the ball, as two other people also were grasping for it. I made sure to grab this ball off of the concrete with my bare hand.
Ball #3 also came from the Indians. A right handed batter hit a fly ball that bounced on the warning track and over the fence. I quickly moved about five feet to my left and made the catch over some lady’s head. She was sitting down, without a glove, and was mad that she didn’t get the ball. Also, she didn’t even see the ball until after I caught it. “Ohhhh, yoooouuuuuu…” she said.
That was it from the Indians. The Brewers came out to hit. Despite being over 7 hours away from Cleveland, a lot of their fans made the trip.
Batting practice was more crowded than usual.
Game: 4 Balls (3 hit, 1 device)
Season: 180 Balls (87 hit, 67 thrown, 26 device)
Games: 35 Games (4 without BP)
Average: 5.14 Balls per Game
Career: 346 Balls