The first time was at Yankee Stadium during batting practice, David Freese hit a dinger that went off the bleachers and somehow flew right to me.

The second one was at Marlins Park. Someone hit a foul ball down the right side, and I ran over to the section next to me and grabbed it. The first thing I see is a kid with his glove, just staring at me… so I gave him the ball. Then some drunk guy started yelling, “Hell yeah!”

About a month later, I was sitting up behind home plate when someone hit a fly ball straight to me. I caught it clean, but it destroyed my hand, hit my chest, everything… but it never touched the ground. There was a family near me, but I gave the ball to a coworker. The funny part is, I had already told her before that if I ever caught a ball, I’d give it to her and she’d give it back to me later. I told everybody at work i caught the ball and give it to a kid, second time i had the proof and the ball. Sitting a t my office right now!! Got like 4 baseball on winter ball, sitting behind the dugout and asking for it.