My dad has season tickets to the Chicago Cubs that he splits with some buddies every year. Great seats: section 130, row 8, seats 1-4 – 18 rows up from 1st base. Last Saturday I went to the Cubs v. Astros game with my girlfriends Lin and Megan.
The game is going well – we’re drinking beer, chatting and semi-watching the game. All of a sudden there’s a fly ball headed in our general direction so we stop to watch. And then it happened. The moment in which we realized it was coming straight for us.
What would you do if a fly ball at a major league baseball game was headed straight for you?
The obvious answer is probably to either (a) try to catch it while fending off nearby patrons or (b) get out of the way. We chose neither of those options and instead opted for holding onto each other, a lot of screaming, closing our eyes, and I held my hat out in front of me to catch the ball – like that would happen.
As my life flashed before my eyes, the ball smacked the seat directly in front of me – Section 130, row 7, seat 2. And a guy down the row came and grabbed it while the girls and I breathe easy that we were still alive. While the Cubs came away with a 2-1 victory, I think we can chalk that experience up as a MLB FAIL.