While I do not have a picture of it I was able to battle for a foul ball in about the 8th inning (graveled for it on the ground) and came home with the ball. The second ball I have walked away with from ball games. The first was a night game in Philadelphia where I, with my left hand, bare handed a foul ball behind the third base line. This was back in my ball playing days and I could do that sort of thing. Now I gravel for them on the ground after I fumble with them.

For my next birthday Tracy & Caryn had the ball mounted as a gift. A great memory.