8/27/12 at Yankee Stadium

Do you remember when I caught my 5,000th ball on 5/28/11 at Rogers Centre? Check out this video of it and look for the fan in the yellow and black striped shirt. You can see him right at the start, and then he gives me a high-five at the 22-second mark. He had brought copies of two of my books — How to Snag Major League Baseballs and The Baseball — and we got a photo together later that day. Is any of this familiar? Yes? Maybe? Well, I’m mentioning it because that fan was at Yankee Stadium with his copy of my other book, Watching Baseball Smarter. Here we are together outside Gate 6:

His name is Jon, and it’s a little bit frightening, but he’s only 13 years old. The dude is built and has BOSS sideburns (not to mention a voice that’s deeper than most adults), and he’s barely old enough to . . . umm, what can 13-year-olds legally do nowadays? Umm . . . have a Bar Mitzvah AND set up a Facebook account! (Two things I’ve never done.) But anyway, it was great running into him again. This was his first game ever at the new Yankee Stadium, and I’m glad to say that he snagged two baseballs during BP. The first was a toss-up from CC Sabathia, and the second was a Raul Ibanez home run. As for me . . .

When the gates opened at 5pm, I headed to the 2nd deck in right field and found this:

Then, as I made my way down to the front row, I found two more balls, so my day was off to a great start. Two minutes after the stadium had opened, I was already thinking about double digits.

Unfortunately there weren’t any home runs hit into the 2nd deck while I was there, and I didn’t get any balls thrown to me either. The Yankees, by the way, are *great* about throwing balls into the crowd, especially to little kids standing in the front row. I’ve never seen a home team give so many balls away, which is a shame because that’s how it oughta be at every stadium.

I moved to left field for the Yankees’ final group of BP and caught a Jayson Nix homer on the fly. It came right to me, but it was still a tricky play because there was an old guy with a glove standing directly in front of me. When the ball reached the top of its arc, I had to decide whether to move in front of him and try to make a leaping catch . . . or to stay where I was and hope that he wouldn’t be able to reach it. I decided to stay back, and sure enough, the ball ended up sailing one foot over his glove. Don’t feel bad for him, though. He was a good sport about it and caught a Blue Jays homer later on.

As for the Jays, I moved into foul territory when they started playing catch . . .

. . . and figured I’d get at least one ball thrown to me — probably two.

So much for that.

I couldn’t recognize most of the players, and I got ignored by the few whose names I knew. It was terrible, and while I was there, three home runs landed within 10 feet of my spot in straight-away left field. By the time I headed back out there, the seats were packed:

I mean, there was NO room to move, but I still managed to snag three home run balls. The first landed directly behind me and nearly hit the security guard who was standing in the tunnel. (I would’ve caught it on the fly, but I was several rows below the landing spot and got blocked on the stairs.) The ball smacked off the pavement, bounced off the metal fencing above the tunnel entrance, and ricocheted in a perfect/straight arc back in my direction. I took a step back and then jumped as high as I could (on the very crowded staircase) and caught  it. The next two homers pretty much came right to me, and I caught them both on the fly. (I got hit in the face on the first one by some guy who carelessly waved his cap at it.)

That brought my total for the day to seven, but I only had five in my backpack. That’s because I’d given two baseballs away to kids.

I headed to right field for the final group of BP, and as you can kinda see in the following photo, the sun was brutal:

I snagged one home run ball out there, but should’ve had three. I don’t know what the hell was going on inside my head, but as soon as I entered the section, back-to-back homers landed near me, one of which came so close that I nearly got hit by it. I never saw either ball coming, but not because of the sun. I simply wasn’t paying attention to the batter, and I’m not sure why. I must’ve been getting settled into my spot — you know, looking all around to identify the competition and to figure out where I was gonna have the most room to run, but that’s no excuse. As for the one home run that I did snag . . . I ran and jumped for it in the last row and would’ve caught it on the fly if not for a fan directly above/behind me in the bleachers who reached out and bumped my glove with his. (Of course, HE probably would’ve caught it if *I* hadn’t been there, so I can’t complain.) The ball bounced off my glove and landed in the second-to-last row, where I was able to grab it.

That was it for BP.
Eight balls.
Not bad.
But I felt I should’ve had at least a dozen.

Shortly before game time, I got my 9th ball of the day from Alex Andreopoulos, the Blue Jays’ bullpen catcher. (For some reason, I neglected to take photos of this. Sorry.) He was in the left field bullpen and tossed it to me over the side fence. At the time, there were two adolescent girls decked out in Blue Jays gear, who were standing directly in front of me. The ball had sailed just over their outstretched arms, so I offered it to them.

“That’s okay,” said one of the girls. “We already got one.”

The girls ended up getting another ball from Andreopoulos five minutes later — and five minutes after that, he threw me another! I’ll admit that he wasn’t aiming for me this time, but for the record, it’s not like I robbed anyone. There were a bunch of fans crowding the fence, so he lobbed it in our direction, and what can I say? It happened to come right to me, and I happened to reach up higher than everyone else. As soon as I caught it, I handed it to the man standing next to me — a friendly guy named David who had recognized me from this blog. We’d been talking for several minutes, and he had mentioned his three kids, so I gave him the ball to take home to them. Normally I don’t give away balls in these situations — I need to SEE the kid to believe it, and of course I *don’t* like being asked, but David didn’t ask. He’d actually been telling me about some of the balls that his kids had snagged earlier in the season, so I didn’t feel pestered. He was really cool, in fact, so I was glad to hook him up.

Fast-forward to the bottom of the 4th inning. I was sitting in right field and blew my chance to catch a Robinson Cano homer — and to make matters worse, it cost me $10. Take a look at the following photo, and then I’ll explain what happened:

When Cano first made contact and sent the ball flying in my direction, I took a step back and paused for a split-second. I thought it was going to sail deep into the seats, but then I realized that it was going to fall short, so I quickly scooted down the steps. See the guy with his feet up (directly in front of the kid with the cotton candy)? He wasn’t there at the time, so I moved into his row and reached out with my glove for a waist-high catch. That’s right. Despite briefly misjudging the ball at first, I was able to recover and make it to the exact spot where it was going to land. I thought I was going to catch it FOR SURE. I mean, like I said, I was actually reaching out for it, and not even with full extension. I had it all the way. Take another look at the photo above. See the arrow pointing to the fan in the second row, toward the left side? He’s sitting just past the guy in the orange shirt, and he’s turning around to talk to someone behind him. Well, that fan came flying out of nowhere and lunged right in front of me at the last second and caught the ball on the fly ONE FOOT in front of my glove. I practically caught his glove with my glove. That’s how close I was to catching this ball. I was more stunned than pissed, but it still hurt. I mean, good for him. He was wearing a Cano jersey, and I learned later that he was only 15. He did everything right and made a helluva catch, and I congratulated him later, but as for me . . . I was really bummed that I’d misjudged the ball. You know how outfielders sometimes get fooled by big swings and take a step back before running in? That’s what happened to me. It’s a perfectly excusable thing to do, but I was still mad at myself for not reading the ball quicker off the bat. If I had, I would’ve been able to scoot all the way down into the empty camera well, where I would’ve been able to make an uncontested chest-high catch. As for the $10 . . . do you see the other fan with the arrow pointing at him? Well, right after I failed to catch the ball, I felt something under my left sneaker. It turned out to be his box of chicken tenders and fries. He was chill about it, and I was actually the one who said something first. I began by apologizing and then offered to buy him a new one — or to give him the money. He kind of shrugged and nodded, so I asked how much I owed him. He pulled out a receipt for $15, which thankfully included another item that I hadn’t trampled. The chicken and fries had cost $10.50 — a dollar CHEAPER than it is at Citi Field! — so I offered him ten bucks. I would’ve given him the full amount but (a) I didn’t have change and (b) I noticed that it was partially eaten. He accepted the money and never bothered to go spend it. The whole situation was a disaster for me, and the more I sat there and thought about it, the more upset I got. I even considered leaving. What were the chances, I thought, of another home run landing in the same spot in the same game? Not very good. It was crowded. I was tired and sweaty. I was hating myself, and I just wanted to escape. I wanted to go home and get naked and eat ice cream in my air-conditioned apartment with my girlfriend.

It’s a good thing I stuck around.

After sitting in right field for the first eight innings, I decided to run over to left field for the top of the 9th. That’s because the Jays, who were trailing, 6-4, had three right-handed hitters due to bat: Yorvit Torrealba, Moises Sierra, and most importantly Adeiny Hechavarria, who had a grand total of ZERO career home runs. Because I didn’t have a ticket in left field, I wasn’t able to enter the seating area, so I hung out in the tunnel and chatted with the security guard.

Torrealba worked the count full against Yankees closer Rafael Soriano, but then went down swinging. Sierra followed with a single up the middle, and Hechavarria popped out to Cano. That brought up Rajai Davis — another right-handed batter — who managed to keep the game alive with a grounder that snuck through the left side of the infield. Sierra went to 3rd base on the play, but so what? His run didn’t mean anything, and the game was probably gonna end anyway.

The next batter was Colby Rasmus, a power-hitting lefty. I remember thinking, “Crap, I should really be in right field,” but it was too late, so I just stood there and watched, not even sure what to root for at that point.

Rasmus took the first pitch for a ball and launched the next pitch into the second deck in right field — a 381-foot blast that I had no chance of catching — and just like that, the Blue Jays took a 7-6 lead. Edwin Encarnacion then ended the inning with a strikeout.

So . . . there was now going to be a bottom of the 9th. Derek Jeter was due to lead off, but I wasn’t really thinking about his at-bat. Nick Swisher and Robinson Cano were gonna be coming up after him. THOSE were the guys that I was looking forward to seeing, so I slowly made my way back to right field. First I said goodbye to the guard. Then I took a peek at my phone. Then I walked back through the concourse.

By the time I started heading into the corridor/tunnel that leads to the right field seats, Jeter was in the process of taking the first pitch for a called strike. This was my view just before the next pitch was about to be thrown:

The guard waved me down — you know, told me to “go ahead” despite the fact that the at-bat was in progress — but I declined.

“Thanks,” I said, “but I’ll wait here for one more pitch. I don’t want to block anyone’s view.”

Guess what happened on THAT pitch: Jeter connected on a fastball . . .

. . . and sent a deep, towering fly ball in my direction. I knew immediately that it was going to be a home run, and I also knew (simply because it was Jeter and because it was hit so high) that it was not going to land deep in the section. Therefore, there was only one direction to go: down the steps. Here I am near the back of the section . . .

. . . and here I am making my way down toward the front:

Sure enough, the ball barely cleared the wall, and as luck had it, it entered the seats RIGHT on the staircase — three feet to the left or right, and I wouldn’t have had a chance. Take a look at the following screen shot. It was so crowded at the wall that you can’t even see me . . .

. . . but I was there.

And I barely felt something hit my glove.

There were two other fans reaching for it with their gloves, including the guy who’d caught the Cano home run. All of our gloves bumped, and for a split-second I didn’t know whether or not I’d caught the ball. Well, somehow I *did* catch it!!! Somehow the ball found its way into MY glove, and the more I watched the highlight, the more astounded I was that it actually happened. The cameras, unfortunately, or at least the clip on MLB.com, didn’t show my celebration. They showed this instead . . .

. . . but then there were replays of the ball entering the crowd. The red arrow in the following screen shot is pointing at me:

See the three gloves reaching for the ball? The fan on the right (in the pinstriped jersey) is the kid who’d caught the Cano homer. He was wearing a black glove. The fan on the left (in the navy blue Yankees shirt) is reaching up with a reddish-brown glove. My glove is the light tan one at the top/back of the cluster. Here’s another screen shot that shows the ball streaking toward us:

Can you BELIEVE how crowded it was? And how it all came down to a couple of inches? It looks like the fan on the right had a clear shot at catching it . . . right? My glove appears to be positioned slightly behind his . . . and it seems that the ball barely cleared his glove by a couple inches before smacking into the pocket of mine.


The following screen shot shows the ball poking out of my glove right after I caught it:

Yeah, there was a little bit of snow-cone action, and I’m thankful/amazed that I was able to hang onto it.

Here’s one final screen shot that shows me holding up my glove:

Did you notice the backpack that’s draped over my right shoulder? I’m telling you, I was just chillin’ in the tunnel when this all unfolded, so that’s why I was wearing it.

Wow and a half.

When things settled down a bit, I took a photo of the ball . . .

. . . and tweeted about it. Soon after, I got a photo with the fan who’d caught the Cano homer. Here we are:

His name is Alex, and he was cool about everything. He wasn’t pissed at me for catching the ball, but really, he had no reason to be. He might’ve been pissed at himself for not jumping or reaching higher, just as I’d been pissed at myself for not judging the Cano homer quicker, but we’d both made clean plays. There was no shoving or fighting or anything. It’s just nuts to think that he would’ve caught both home runs if not for me, and I would’ve caught both if not for him, but ultimately we each went home happy.

My friend Matt Latimer (who works for MLB.com) came and found me in the 10th inning. Here we are with the ball:

I wanted the game to last 20 innings. Or 120 innings. I was so happy that I wanted to sit there forever and soak it in — but no, the Jays scratched out a run in the top of the 11th, and that was the end of it. Final score: Blue Jays 8, Yankees 7.

After the final out, several fans congratulated me for the catch, and two guys asked if they could pose with the ball. (One kid asked if he could HAVE the ball.) I took a photo of them with their camera and then took this shot with mine:

That’s when it occurred to me that I’d achieved my own mini-milestone with the catch; the Jeter home run was my 6,300th lifetime ball. More importantly, it was his 3,262nd career hit, which to me is much cooler than it being his 254th career home run.

I truly couldn’t stop holding and photographing the ball. Here it is on the No. 2 train:

It’s no secret that I’m not a Yankee fan, but Derek Jeter has always been one of my absolute/all-time favorite players. Whenever he’s at bat, I *am* at Yankee fan. I can’t root against him in any situation no matter what. Even when the Yankees were playing the Mets in the 2000 World Series, I still rooted for Jeter. I *love* him with every morsel of my baseball DNA — Is that a creepy thing to say? — so to finally catch a home run that he hit . . . there are no words.

Keep scrolling past the stats because I have some more photos (plus a humongous screen shot) that might be of interest . . .


• 11 balls at this game (eight pictured here because I gave three away)

• 481 balls in 60 games this season = 8.02 balls per game.

• 852 consecutive games with at least one ball

• 203 lifetime games with ten or more balls

• 19 lifetime game home run balls (plus an additional five that I don’t really count because they were thrown to me); click here to see the complete list.

• 6,300 total balls

• 1 unquantifiable dose of happiness


(I’m raising money again this season for Pitch In For Baseball, a non-profit charity that provides baseball equipment to underprivileged kids all over the world. Click here to learn more about my fundraiser, and click here to see the prizes that I’ll be giving away to donors.)

• 43 donors

• $2.36 pledged per ball (if you add up all the pledges)

• $25.96 raised at this game

• $1,135.16 raised this season

• $20,292.16 raised since I started my fundraiser in 2009

Ready for a few more photos? Okay then. Of the eight balls that I kept, three have invisible ink on them. (Note that I didn’t say “invisible ink stamps.”) Here’s a side-by-side comparison of the Jeter home run ball in regular light versus black light:

Here’s a much better stamp on one of the BP balls . . .

. . . and here’s a pair of fingerprints on another:

Pretty neat, huh?

Finally, I thought it’d be fun to share the activity that took place on Twitter (including one message from a hater) after I caught the home run, so here’s a very long screen shot for your viewing pleasure:

Virtual fist-bump to David Bond for being the first to reply and thanks to (almost) all of you for the messages and follows and retweets. Knowing that so many people were thinking of me — and thinking happy thoughts — made the whole experience even better.


  1. Sol

    Hey zack nice grab.I came from Toronto to see the game and it was my first time at Yankee stadium. It is a beautiful stadium but the people there were pretty mean. I Came with
    My family so I only came at 6 o’clock however I managed to get Omar vizquel to toss me a ball. My seAts were in the grandstand and I was in the right center seats so when the usher Came to check the tickets I Managed to avoid him and remAined in the section however there was a guy next me weAiring Yankees gear who tried to show the usher that I didn’ t have. Ticket to the section. Luckily The usher wAs pretty stupid and told the guy that I showed him my ticket which was not true. I then turned Around and saw you standing at the top of the section. I saw you go for a ball the almost nailed a lady sitting down not paying attention. Boy was it scary not being Able to see the ball because of the sun. As batting practice ended I looked up to see if u were still there As I wanted to say high but you had immediately bolted out too bad. I then went to the sections behind home Plate to get a picture but it wAs to dArk so I wAnte to
    Go down a few rows to get a picture with Bette lighting but the usher was a total jerk And would not let me go down and he told me that I need do be their an hour before the game to get a photo And this was only 35 minutes And there wAsnt even any action on the field
    Stupid security in new yak in Toronto I can ask the security guard to sit behind homeplTe And the would kindly say yes

  2. Blakethesnake

    the clip, “nice catch by the fan. three gloves, one came up with it.” If only they knew…

  3. Ben Weil

    Ya know, I watched yesterday’s highlights, and wondered if you caught a homer, but forgot to go back and check. Awesome!!!!

  4. al

    Nice catch Zack… Saw my competition last night where I collect minor league balls. Good news for me is they are moving. Its a guy and his 2 kids and now that they are leaving I’ll have the place to myself next year. 1,500 to maybe even 2,000 is not out of the question!!

  5. TC

    WAY TO STAY WITH IT.i quit the team i was on my weekend team here in SD,i was mad because i was on the bench having to get the foul balls and watch the game.i just walked off and quit playing bb.and got on a softball team.HOWbout them padres 8 in a row. bring on next year.its too late now.12 back of the dodgers.GOOD CATCH ON THE JETER JACK ZACK.padreleigh is next.you gotta stay if you want to play

  6. Cook & Son Bats

    It’s pretty impressive to be able to say you have caught both a 700+ homerun and a 3000+ hit. Very nice. I still think you should have taken Chirpy McChirpson’s (and my) twitter advice. That would be straight up hilarious to see at Yankee Stadium.

  7. Matty

    I almost threw up in my mouth when you mentioned wanting to get naked and eat ice cream. Seriously dude, it’s a kid friendly blog. Don’t gross us out!

  8. ch1088

    I never thought of heading to the 2nd deck when the gates open… As for the ball, sweet. Jetes is my all time favorite too. Then Hieki Matsui. Then Ichiro. As for tonight’s game, wait til everyone sees what you snagged after the game! Duh DUN DUHHHHHHHHHHH (Suspense music)
    – Chris

  9. Zack Hample

    Cool, thanks for letting me know.

    Sorry we didn’t connect. You’re absolutely right about the stadium. It’s pretty much a No-Fun Zone. You can’t go anywhere or do anything — you can’t even enter the seats for a minute to take a photograph. I truly hate it.

    If only.

    RYAN S.-

    I was wondering where you were and if you were watching or what.

    That’s like asking a mother which one of her children she’d save if they were both drowning. If A-Rod ends up breaking Bonds’ record, then to hell with the Bonds home run ball that I caught. But if not, then unfortunately Bonds would trump Jeter. If, however, Jeter passes Pete Rose on the all-time hits list, then the Jeter ball will mean a lot more to me. Right now, though, it’s hard to say. The final Mets home run from Shea Stadium is still my favorite. It’ll be tough for anything to beat that.

    Thanks, and you’ll be happy to know that I have one more Blue Jays entry coming up.

    Jeez. You’re gonna have to rent out a warehouse to store your collection.

    You post the BEST comments ever.

    Ha! And yet . . . Dom somehow missed the fact that I give balls to kids/Yankee fans at just about every game I attend there.

    Yeah, it would be hilarious, but then I’d get my ass kicked and I’d regret not keeping the ball.

    I’m actually rarely in the middle of the action; you only notice the moments when I *am* in the middle. :-p

    If the mere *thought* of someone being naked grosses you out, then I truly feel sorry for you.

    Yeah, well, don’t steal my idea. Actually, the 2nd deck can suck. I went up there yesterday, didn’t find any balls, didn’t have anything hit or thrown to me, and lost several opportunities in the process by not being downstairs.

    Oh yeah.

  10. Pantera

    I believe there are supposed to be MLB “official” certifiers at every ball game; do you ever get home run balls certified?

    On a side note, my boy’s essential reading for the summer was your ball snagging book. He’s also pretty good at the signing game as well, with at least a couple at each game this summer (record 12 signed balls) but he’s been varying that with snagging them, after reading your book. (14 from 11 games)

    Hawking OK at Oakland (thanks for your advice about no devices) but at SF the hawks work at another level, with their devices and otherwise! Pretty chill ushers, though.

  11. Barry

    I have gone to MLB games for more than 40 years and mostly sat high up. Recently, I got to sit about 20 rows behind home plate at a Baltimore Orioles game, and I finally snagged one.
    I caught the ball on the second hop, reaching over several people [I’m tall], including a kid who was maybe nine, in the process. But I have to make it clear I didn’t lean on anyone or push anyone to get it. The kid’s father on the other side actually fell onto the empty seats in front of us reaching for the ball.
    For some reason, some fans around me who didn’t have a good view apparently thought I grabbed the ball from the kid’s hands or something, and they yelled at me to give it to the kid. I looked at the black bruise made by the bat on the ball and wondered if I was going to become like the Packers fan who snatched a shoe thrown by Donald Driver from a kid’s grasp. So I succumbed to the yells and gave it to the kid. It turned out to be the kid’s birthday. But my 12-year-old son was mad at me when I later told him I gave it away. A friend next to me at the game had a good view of what occurred and said I didn’t have to give it.
    I think I did a nice thing, but still, every time I watch a game, I wonder. But I’m sure I will get another chance after reading your tips.

  12. Zack Hample

    There *are* authenticators at every major league game, but after the 2010 season, they stopped authenticating “normal” baseballs. In other words, if it’s not a tremendously significant milestone, they simply don’t get involved. I did manage to get one of my baseballs authenticated: the last Mets homer ever hit at Shea Stadium. Now, when you say that your boy read my “snagging book,” I hope you’re talking about Part Three of “The Baseball” because my first book (“How to Snag Major League Baseballs”) sucks beyond belief.

    Great to hear from you. Thanks so much.

    You should have kept the ball. You never know when you’ll get another chance, and while you certainly did a nice thing for that kid, he probably won’t appreciate owning it as much as you would’ve.

  13. Lisankie

    Hahahaha I like the metaphor. By the way, are you going to be at the Yankee game on Friday?

  14. Dmitri

    I was correct!! So I was watching the Jays game (my home team) on the 28th on tv. And the commentators mentioned Jeter’s home run the game before and showed the clip. As soon as I saw the replay from the night before I asked, IS THAT ZACK?! This post confirms it! Congratulations!

  15. dom

    i dont care if you give a kid a ball after the game. i give plenty of BP balls, tshirts, prizes to nearby kids at games i attend.

    thats like christmas morning, you run downstairs, look at all the gifts, your eyes light up. You run to the biggest gift to see if its yours, pick it up to open it, only right before someone cuts in front of you, opens the gift and proclaims it a great present out of his 6300 presents hes had all his life. THEN hands it to you for you to play with.

    ps: cute block on twitter

  16. slim-T

    dom is still mad
    and can’t explain how that home run ball was “stolen”
    the video proof shows him catching it quite clearly

  17. dom sucks

    when did he steal the ball dom?
    oh wait he didn’t
    (you know because it landed in his glove)

  18. Zack Hample

    Yup, I’ll be there. See you in about . . . 17 hours.

    Thank you! Very cool that you saw it live on TV.

    I blocked you on Twitter because you were rude and abusive and because you cursed at me. I also deleted a negative comment about you here because it was similarly abusive. I don’t mind being criticized. Just keep it civil, and we can have a man-to-man discussion. Now as for “stealing” baseballs from people . . . I can see how it would appear that I do that. I *do* snag lots of balls that other fans would’ve gotten had I not been there, but (a) I have as much of a right to try to catch these balls as anyone else, (b) my blog (which people can read for free) has helped thousands of fans catch balls over the years, (c) I give away baseballs to kids at just about every game I attend, and (d) I use my collection to raise money for a children’s baseball charity. That said, if you still think I’m a jerk, I’d love to know why. I know I can’t please everyone, but I do find it odd when someone like you has so much anger for me.

  19. silver account

    NOTES: Romero leads the AL in earned runs allowed (109) and his ERA of 5.87 is highest among qualified AL pitchers. … Olivo is the sixth Mariners hitter with at least 10 home runs, the first time since 2007 Seattle has achieved that. … The Blue Jays are 11-23 in one-run games. … Toronto’s Adeiny Hechavarria made his first career start at 2B, while Anthony Gose started in left field for the first time. … Seattle ace Felix Hernandez (13-7) faces Venezuelan countryman Henderson Alvarez (8-12) in Thursday’s series finale.

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