Just got a BIG surprise in my email inbox:
That’s right . . . Mike Trout is now following me on Twitter! And look! Moments later, I got another email notification:
I had to make sure that my eyes were not deceiving me, so I clicked on his profile, and sure enough, it’s legit:
When I caught Trout’s first career home run on 7/24/11 at Camden Yards, I knew it was a big deal, but I had no idea how big. He was 19 years old at the time, hovering around the Mendoza line, and okay, yeah, he was the No. 1 prospect in all of baseball — rated even higher than Bryce Harper — but so what? There’ve been countless “can’t miss” prospects who have failed in spectacular fashion.
Anyway, after that game, I gave the ball back to Trout, no questions asked. All I wanted to do was hand it to him myself and get a photo and maybe get to chat for a minute or two. All of that stuff happened. And it was pretty damn cool.
Do I have any regrets about not keeping that ball? Umm, yeah. Duh! I’m human. I’ll always wonder “what if” and torment myself about how much it would now be worth, but hey, whatever. At the time, I was just excited to have caught the ball, and giving it back felt right. It feels even better now that Trout still recognizes me and appreciates my gesture. If I were to sell the ball for $1 million, it still wouldn’t be worth as much as having a unique, personal connection to a good dude who happens to be the best baseball player on the planet.