This is what mid-summer baseball broadcasting should be like.  


Incidentally, the only foul ball I have ever claimed came off the bat of Jerry Remy, then the Angel's second baseman. The year: 1976. The game: A meaningless affair between two non-contending teams which eventually had so many rain delays that we left. The pitcher: The Twins' Vic Albury. 


The foul ball hit off the chest of a man next to us. My mother reached down and grabbed the ball. I snatched it from her and showed it to the guys in the announcer's booth--at that time, Herb Carneal and Frank Quilici. 


This is what mid-summer baseball broadcasting should be like.  

Incidentally, the only foul ball I have ever claimed came off the bat of Jerry Remy, then the Angel's second baseman. The year: 1976. The game: A meaningless affair between two non-contending teams which eventually had so many rain delays that we left. The pitcher: The Twins' Vic Albury. 

The foul ball hit off the chest of a man next to us. My mother reached down and grabbed the ball. I snatched it from her and showed it to the guys in the announcer's booth--at that time, Herb Carneal and Frank Quilici.