My grandfather always tells the story of how he went to a Jersey City Jerseys baseball game as a kid and caught a ball that went right into the crowd. One of the players was even nice enough to sign the ball, which really made his day. The team no longer plays in New Jersey, but my grandfather still roots for the other Jersey teams. Since it had been so long since he went to that game as a kid, I wanted to take my grandfather to baseball game with one of the active teams. So I called a limousine company and made it a day to remember. My pap had such a huge grin on his face. He had never been in a limo before. It might have been overkill for a minor league game, but what the heck. You only live once.

As my grandfather and I took our seats at the game, he mentioned how cheap things were back when he was a kid. I don’t think he was taking inflation into account when he was remembering the past. Out of nowhere, a wave came over the stadium and when it reached our seats, my grandfather and I stood up with our hands in the air. Baseball has a way of making my grandfather feel like a kid again.

During the game, one of the players hit a ball toward the crowd, and it went right to my grandfather. He simply stuck his hand out and caught the ball, with a big grin on his face.