New York’s Finest
Norman Rockwell would’ve had a field day with this sequence of events from tonight’s Yankees game: Cop catches homerun ball. Cop hands ball to young boy. Boy taps cop on shoulder to get his attention and shakes his hand in thanks. Cop sits down, knowing he did a very cool thing.
This quadtych is an exaggerated amalgamation of every foul ball story from my youth. One time, a guy in the section below me caught a ball and threw it my way. I went over to him and shook his hand and everybody in the Tidewater Tides AAA stadium clapped. I was embarrassed, but it was awesome. Another time, we were entering the stadium late and a foul ball hit a car in the parking lot. A cop grabbed it and gave it to me. Turns out the ball was hit by Gary Carter, on minor league rehab assignment. A few innings later, I convinced the cop to enter the locker room and get the ball signed for me.