The day started out great. I snagged six balls during batting practice, and my mom was there to witness it. Chien-Ming Wang tossed me the first. Edwar Ramirez tossed me the second (my 200th ball of the season). The third was a Hideki Matsui homer on the fly. The fourth was tossed by Willie Bloomquist. The fifth was flipped up by Ryan Feierabend, and the sixth was a homer by Ichiro which hit the Loge facade and dropped down. Ready for the bad news? I blew my chance to catch a GAME HOME RUN by A-Rod—his second homer of an eight-run seventh inning which made Joba Chamberlain a winner for the first time in the Major Leagues. But anyway, I was in the perfect spot in the wide aisle in straight-away left field when A-Rod crushed a 2-1 pitch from Brandon Morrow. Deep line drive. I knew right away it had the perfect distance. The ball was heading about 15 feet to my left, or so it seemed, so I sprinted to the spot where I thought it was going to land, and when I looked up, the ball was hooking back to my right, almost exactly to my original spot. It was too late. The ball flew into the seats, just over the main aisle at the perfect height for me to have made an easy reaching catch. The fans dropped it, of course, and I watched helplessly as a major scrum ensued. This is easily the biggest blunder in my 18 years as a baseball collector. Words can not describe how bad I feel. The End.