Lard Butt

It was the highlight of my baseball career, and it happened fast.

While attending my first spring training baseball game at Camelback Ranch ballpark in Glendale, Arizona recently (thanks for the ticket Joe D.!), I caught a foul ball.

Like most baseball fans, I had always dreamed of catching a foul ball. I jealously watched as others shagged the leather encased souvenirs, always hoping for my chance.  On an 80 degree day in sunny Arizona, as the Los Angeles Dodgers took on the Colorado Rockies, it finally happened.

"Good job Lard Butt!" shouted a spectator from a few rows back as I snatched the ball out of the blue Glendale sky.

Editor's note:  The ball in question was actually fielded by a Los Angeles Dodgers batboy.  The batboy then gently tossed (under-handed) the ball to the author, who had yelled "hey batboy".

UPDATE:  A couple days later I was struck on the leg by a foul ball as I waited in the beer line.