It's Deep and I Don't Think It's Playable

My friend Mike and I were going to go to the Indians game last night. Then my Mom's Uncle called, because he'd gotten tickets, too, that he couldn't use. And his were for the "all you can eat" club seats. That was pretty cool.

The game happened to fall on a day that Cliff Lee, our amazing left-handed 22-game winner, and bright spot in a lackluster season. We were hoping to see him win number 23 (sadly, he didn't, but at least he got a no decision). But he did throw a pitch to Matt Tolbert of the Kansas City Royals, who fouled it off... up above the club seats... where it bounced off of the upper deck... back to the club seats... towards me... off the head or the drink of the kid in front of me... and to me.

I went to my first game thirty years ago, and have seen a more than a few, especially since the mid-90's renaissance. I've been to Aeros and Captains games, as well as ones in Oakland and Texas and San Francisco. I've never in any way caught a foul ball. I have to say it's pretty cool. It's up on my bookshelf now, along with the ticket from the game.

It was a fun night. And hey, the club seats with Cajun Rubbed Chicken at the carving station and an ice cream bar didn't hurt either. Good times... good times.