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This blog entry is way over due. I know. And in the month of July alone I’ve only attended three games. That’s pretty sad. But what’s really cool is my blog is still pretty popular and I’m still averaging like, 50 views a day. And something that’s even cooler? This is my 100th blog entry.
So let’s recap my baseball snagging day and get off with life, shall we?
The San Diego Padres were in town for this game. So that meant a potential autograph from Ryan Ludwick or Heath Bell. Two players I admire a lot. It was also “Singles Night” so the beer garden was going to be packed. As soon as the gates opened I ran inside and started looking for any potential baseballs that needed to be plucked out from the center field gap or out of the bullpens. I saw one in the Mariners bullpen so I quickly got to work. I assembled my glove and lowered it down to knock the ball closer. I had to kind of nudge my way closer to these very attractive women that were standing there drinking beer and when they saw what I was doing that started to heckle me. John Shulstad, another Safeco Field regular Ballhawk got on Tv while using his glovetrick. So half of America got to see it. If you want to read an article about it, click here. One lady made a comment, “So you saw that on Tv and figured you’d give it a try?” It wasn’t the heckling that was frustrating me. It was the fact that I didn’t realize the rubber band had moved on me preventing me from capturing the baseball. Plus I was worried that security would come over and shut me down.
I finally got the baseball. And then I found another one after the rest of the stadium opened up. And then I found myself back down in the “Singles Night” area.
THAT was “Singles Night”. Its a special area barricaded off, and its like, an additional ten bucks to get in there to drink overpriced, watered down beer, and mingle with strangers at a Mariners game. There was a live band though. Two dudes playing pianos and singing popular songs. So I guess it was fun. I went further down and caught a conversation between a fan and one of the Padres players. She was trying to pay him a dollar for a baseball. She even crumpled up a dollar bill and threw it at him. Of course, he crumpled it up and threw it right back. She never got a baseball either.
As you can see she has a glove. She has on baseball gear. But she’s talking to a Padres baseball player. Not a Mariners player. Sometimes its difficult to get a baseball from players of the opposing team when you aren’t flying their colors. Know what I mean?
After watching “Singles Night” and being glad I didn’t pay an addition ten dollars to participate, I wandered back over to the third base side. Once I got there a batted ball came my way but instantly died when it reached about five rows in front of me. I thought It would carry the rest of the way…
…the guy in the black shirt got it. I took the picture just as the ball landed in the seats and as you can tell people were still scrambling for it even after the dude caught it. See the guy in the blue shirt row hopping? After that happened Ryan Ludwick started to head towards the dugout and I scrambled towards where I thought he would stop and start signing autographs. Now I’m not the crazy, obsessed autograph hound that knocks over babies and mashes peoples’ popcorn to get a players autograph. But I did want add Ryan Ludwick to my collection. But I didn’t knock over any babies in my pursuit.
Here is a picture of Ryan Ludwick walking towards the dugout…
…and here is a picture of him signing autographs. He kept saying, “I can’t sign for very long, guys. I have to go hit.” and everytime he said that, someone would say, “Just one more, Ryan. Just one more!” and then Ryan would say, “I gotta go hit, man. Sorry.” as he kept signing. I was so amused by the back and forth that I literally forgot to get in there and get him to sign my ticket stub. I was thoroughly enjoying the interaction of him with the fans.
While I was down there watching the Padres take some cuts in the cage I noticed one of the Padres try to hook a fan up out in center field. The fan, of course, bobbled the ball and it dropped down into the center field gap. Glove trick time! I ran the whole way there too. And when I got to the beer garden is so packed I literally had to shove my way through to get to the baseball. Luckily there was a father/son combo standing in front of it discussing ways to get the baseball. And when I started to lower my glove down into the gap the crowd started to laugh, and cheer and cat call and all sorts of stuff. One guy said, “I will give you a million dollars if you can get that baseball.” And I said back, “Dude, I wish you HAD a million dollars.” As I reeled up the baseball. Of course the baseball was quickly handed over to the kid that was standing with his father. His father shook my hand and told his son to thank me.
After that BP came to a close and I perched up at the Padres bullpen to watch the game.
Here are a couple of pictures of Mariners pitching coach Jaime Navarro signing an autograph.
..and the second picture.
Okay so…no Mariner game recap for this blog entry…mainly because I don’t remember who won and I’m not going to dig through the MLB archives to find out the score of a game that happened like, a month ago. But you can enjoy some of my charity stats instead.
Game; July 2nd 2011 San Diego Padres vs Seattle Mariners
Snagging Baseballs for Puppies has raised; $148.45 this season.
Snagging Baseballs for Relief in Japan has raised; $36.10 this
When I entered Safeco Field at 4:40pm Pacific Standard Time (PST) I immediatly made a bee-line for the bullpens. I never expected to see this when I got there…
…sitting on the ledge is a Rosin Bag and there was a baseball as well. But I was able to reach through on the left side of the fence and grab it. In the process I bruised my bicep muscle though because the baseball was sitting on the right side of the microphone cord. So I had to extend further than my arm would allow. Hence leaving a bruise. No worries. I just slapped some ice on their after the game and moved on. How cool though, right? And yes I did think about taking the rosin bag as well but with security standing right there and also not knowing if it was even allowed to take a rosin bag out of the bullpen…I just left it alone. But how cool would that be to take home a Major League rosin bag?
Batting practice was absolutely insanely boring. The Mariners didn’t hit one single BP home run. They tossed a few baseballs into the crowd on the party porch and through the bullpen. But other than that…nothing. So I took some pictures while I waited for the Padres to take the field.
What’s sad about todays game was the crowd was so small. I should have hauled out at least five baseballs during batting practice. And when the Padres came out to bat it was more of the same. Just lazy fly balls that didn’t go anywhere. The Padres tuned the fans out and just stood around on the field too.
My buddy Josh, (you can check out his impressive stats so far this year by clicking here) tried to get someone from the Mariners to hook him up with a baseball. But whoever it was drastically overthrew Josh and the ball sailed about a hundred feet over his head. It landed somewhere a few rows back and the dude in the white shirt got it.
Did I mention how boring batting practice was? Well, I didn’t stick around in the outfield for very long and I figured if I were going to get my second ball of the day it would have to be where all the baseballs were. By the dugout. So that’s where I headed.
Here’s a quick picture showing where I waited for a BP home run.
And on my way to the dugout, Padres closer Heath Bell stopped to sign for a fan that asked nicely. Heath Bell is another super-nice baseball player. He tries really hard to accomodate all the fans, and he plays really hard too.
Since it was 80’s turn back the clock night at Safeco Field, here is what the ballgirls were wearing…
And here is a picture of BP just about to end.
After being denied a baseball by multiple players I decided to leave Safeco Field and go get a hotdog down the street between some parking lots and Qwest Field with some friends. And if you’ve never been down this street to get a hotdog, you’re missing out. But it’s kind of a long walk. So we are all sitting there talking and Josh tells me that he tried to call me multiple times to tell me that a baseball was dropped behind the manual scoreboard. I asked him if it was still there and he said he didn’t know. I took off running back towards Safeco Field at that point. Re-checked my bag through security, ran up the stairs, through the concourse, and down the left field sections to the scoreboard. I dodged security, and assembled my glove trick to get the baseball. It was quite some distance out so I had to try to knock it closer. Once I got it close enough to pluck it out of there it was pretty easy. Then I returned to the hotdog stand to get my hotdog and relax.
Here was the view of where I sat during the game…
One foul ball came my way and it landed on top of some ladies head. I’ve always been against trying to catch a baseball with any other body part except your hands. Its just not a good idea. The lady obviously needed medical attention but of course refused it when they showed up. She just accepted their icepack and left it at that. The guy that caught the ball that bounced off her head gave it to her but she refused…and then took it anyway. All jokes aside, if you ever get hit in the head by a foul ball during a Major League baseball game or even a Minor League baseball game, make sure you go to the hospital and let a professional check you out. Even if you feel fine. For your own sake.
Game; July 1st 2011 San Diego Padres vs Seattle Mariners
Snagging Baseballs for Puppies has raised; $145.30 this season.
Snagging Baseballs for Relief in Japan has raised; $35.80 this
Another glorious lunch at the Tin Fish to start things off right before I headed to PETCO Park for the second time this weekend. I simply have fallen in love with this ballpark. Do you want to know what else is so fascinating about PETCO Park? Not only is the ballpark so uniquely designed, but it is so fan friendly it will blow your mind. Do you know what they do on Sundays? They have whats called, “Breakfast at the Park”. They do this every Sunday home game. The game starts at usual time, and you can eat breakfast on the field WITH the players. You can also play catch with friends, and family members and sometimes with the players! The Padres come out onto the field while you eat breakfast and do their thing while you eat! No, there is no live batting practice going on but that is still very cool! I don’t know the specifics about how much it costs or what tickets you have to buy to get to do this but it sounds like so much fun! I wanted to call the airport at that very moment when I found out about this and push my flight back. Then I wanted to push my flight back another three days when I found out the Kansas City Royals were coming to town. Why couldn’t I be born in San Diego?
When I arrived at the ballpark I had about three hours to kill. What is also awesome about PETCO Park is they have what’s called “Park in the Park”. They open the outside gates to the stadium hours before game time to let fans roam around the grassy hill I took a picture of yesterday and to let the kids play in the mini baseball field. About two hours before game time they kick everyone out though. So you have to get there kind of early to experience this. Today I was on a mission. I wanted to find the PETA brick. Remember at the end of yesterdays blog entry I mentioned a PETCO Park fun fact? If you missed it, click here. Anyway. PETA, of course, hates PETCO. They mainly accuse them of selling puppies from puppy mills. How true is any of that is? Well, how should I know? I’m not a supporter of puppy mills and I certainly don’t think any stadium should be named “PETCO” but hey, it is what it is. And a silly name for a baseball stadium isn’t going to stop me from visiting. Just look at the Oakland Coliseum. They renamed that to Overstock.com Coliseum. How silly is that? But I’m still going back. The bottom line is; if you got some serious cash you can put whatever name you want on any type of architecture structure.
My mission was to find the PETA brick. I searched all the bricks in the palm grove and didn’t find it. After about two hours of looking a security guard came up to me and asked if I had found the brick I was looking for. I told him I was searching for the PETA brick and he laughed. It seemed no one knew where this brick was but everyone knows about it. I was also informed that there were more bricks over by the Tony Gwynn statue. So I went searching over there. Nothing. By then it was time for everyone to get out. Boo! I guess I’ll never find that brick.
Here are a few pictures I took while I was inside during the Park at the Park experience.
As I waited outside the stadium I noticed a large gathering across the street. And anytime a cab rolled up to the curb the gathering pretty much mobbed whoever was inside. Just from my experience of going to as many games as I have I knew that these guys mobbing the cabs were autograph hounds. Most of the cabs pulled up to the curb and then drove off. The baseball players inside the cab probably told the drivers to find an alternative way into the stadium. The only thing I don’t like about these guys is they sometimes disregard their own safety to get an autograph. Like running out into traffic or in between stopped vehicles at red lights, stop signs, etc. It can get pretty obsessive and people can get hurt. Plus, there were a bunch of little kids running around in the street chasing down autographs as well. I did get a video of Jason Heyward getting out of the cab though. Check it out.
As you can see he didn’t stop to sign any autographs. No one was being overly pushy. But I guess it’s a little overwhelming to get out of a taxi cab and have a mob of people wanting things from you.
Once the first set of gates were opened to allow fans to get their fancy new Padres beach towel, I waited in front of these giant stairs to gain access to the third base area.
As I was standing there a family of five walked right passed me and started to head up those stairs. Security, of course, stopped them and explained that everyone had to wait until 3:30pm before anyone was allowed into the rest of the stadium. As I watched the whole thing another security guard started to explain to me that I wasn’t allowed up those stairs. I quickly interjected and explained I wasn’t going to go up those stairs. But he kept on nagging me about it. So I just let him say his little piece about how fans aren’t allowed into the rest of the stadium until 3:30pm. But we are allowed to roam the Park at the Park area. It was pure torture to hear him drone on about this and when he was finished I explained that I wasn’t going up the stairs and that I knew the rules of the ballpark. Ugh! It made me a little angry because I wasn’t even attempting to go anywhere. I knew what the blue barricades were for. But I understood that the security guards interact with a lot of dopey baseball fans that don’t quite know what’s going on.
Once 3:30pm came around, the security guards were of course late opening up the barricade in front of me. So I just went underneath it and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. Once I reached the third base area I immediately started my search for any loose baseballs and then promptly took my spot behind the security guard that was guarding that precious wide open space that no one was allowed to stand in.
Just then a baseball was hit in my direction. It landed on the warning track and took a sharp bounce over my head. I took a couple of steps back and leaped backwards to try to knock it down, and it ended up snow-coning on the tip of my glove. I still didn’t quite have a handle on it as I came back down to planet earth but I had enough of it that when I landed the ball dropped down into a seat. I felt the presence of another human being on my hip pocket so I stuck out an elbow to try to box out whoever was attempting to steal my baseball away from me. The ball didn’t quite make it onto the concrete but instead it stayed wedged in the folded up seat. I saw the man’s hand make an attempt to swipe at it if it were to go all the way through the seat but it didn’t and I easily picked it out of the folded up seat. That’s all I needed was one to feel accomplished for the day. PETCO Park was hard enough to snag baseballs because you can’t really run from the outfield to the base lines. So I pretty much just sat back and smiled at myself for at least snagging one per game at this beautiful ballpark. This game also marks 50 consecutive baseballs snagged at stadiums that are not considered my home stadium. So that made me feel good. If you don’t quite understand what I mean, it basically means any baseball stadium I travel to outside of Safeco Field I’ve snagged a baseball at.
I ran back and forth between the 3rd base area and the left field bleachers every time I thought I had a good glove trick opportunity. But like always the baseball that I was going after always seemed to get scooped up by a player or a grounds crew right before I got there. It was the story of my life. But I got in some great cardio and got yelled at half of a dozen times for running. I’m surprised I didn’t get kicked out. Eventually the security guards just threw their hands up at me and shook their heads as I ran by. But hey. It was my last game here and I didn’t know when I’d be back. So I gave it my all.
While I was standing out in left field Matt Latos was snagging some baseballs and fans repeatedly called to him. He did his best to ignore it until fans started to get angry with him. I’m not sure what was being said by the fan but Latos kept telling the dude to “relax” and to not get so “worked up over it.” Whatever that meant. I guess because Latos wasn’t throwing every single baseball he caught into the crowd? That would be my guess. He even said he was all for it; meaning he would love to supply every fan with a dozen baseballs, but it just wasn’t practical because they need the baseballs to practice with. And despite the Padres being worth a gazillion dollars, it does cost the team money to toss baseballs into the stands. I think I have something like, 180 baseballs. So if each baseball cost $15 dollars then I have $2,700 dollars worth of baseballs. That’s insane! If you want to play with numbers just go to www.mygameballs.com and calculate all the baseballs ever caught by everyone on the lifetime leaders board and times those numbers by $15.00 bucks a ball.
That’s the size of the crowd in the left field seats. Once the Atlanta Braves came out and it got closer to the end of BP the stands filled up a little bit more. The Braves were a little more giving when it came to toss ups but they didn’t target any fan. They just sorta tossed the baseballs to people over their backs or just lobbed high arching tosses to give everyone a chance at it.
The Braves absolutely killed the Padres. 10-1 was the final score. Dan Uggla busted out the big stick and jacked a three-run bomb to left centerfield. It was a pretty good game until the Braves ran away with it. A lot of fans got up and left when the Padres started to get buried. It really reminded me of Seattle. I couldn’t help to feel a little homesick. I missed my Mariners and I missed Safeco Field. So I too, packed up and left. Now I begin my short journey back to Seattle, Washington. It was a lot of fun, San Diego. Thank you.
Game; June 25th 2011 Atlanta Braves vs. San Diego Padres
Snagging Baseballs for Puppies has raised; $98.85 this season.
Snagging Baseballs for Relief in Japan has raised; $34.10 this
I woke up this morning at 5:00am, had my bags already packed, loaded up my car and headed towards Sea-Tac international airport. My plane departed at 8:10am, and I was headed towards San Diego. Of course, I had a quick hour lay over in San Jose and I almost got to give up my seat to receieve $100 dollars and a travel voucher for a later flight. But I ended up not having to. Awesome.
When I arrived in San Diego I grabbed my bags and jumped into a “super shuttle”. While I was enroute to my hotel I overheard other passengers talking about some sort of convention downtown. At that very moment I knew I should have made reservations somewhere. When I heard there were going to be around 20,000 people attending this convention downtown I knew I really should have made reservations to a hotel somewhere. I normally don’t but I learned a very valuable lesson today. No matter what, always make reservations. When I arrived at my hotel I wanted to stay at they told me they didn’t have any rooms. No problem. It was only 1:30pm. I still had roughly four hours to get to the stadium. I asked the desk clerk where the nearest hotel was from here, and she told me there was one about seven blocks up the road. Downtown San Diego is easy to navigate so I hoofed it those seven blocks and arrived at the next hotel. No vacancy. Now I was worried. I wasn’t worried I wouldn’t make it to the game on time. Now I was worried that I flew all the way to San Diego California and would have to sleep on the streets somewhere. I didn’t know what was going to happen. But the desk clerk made some phone calls, called me a cab and got me a room at the EZ-8 motel just outside of San Diego. I had to take a smoking room, but at $61 dollars a night, plus military discount, I didn’t have a problem taking that. The only downside is that I would have to take a cab to PETCO Park. I had the cab driver wait on me while I changed into my baseball clothes. I grabbed my bag and $40 dollars later I arrived at PETCO Park!
What an awkwardly built stadium. Seriously. This place has more nooks and crannies than any stadium I’ve ever seen. And its not round on the outside! Its like, octagon-ish. It really is unique. I couldn’t wait to see the inside of it. But first I had to get something to eat. I talked to a nearby security guard about the best places to eat downtown and she told me to eat at the Tin Fish. So I seeked out the Tin Fish.
Here’s what I had to eat:
It’s just the generic fish and chips but it was so delicious. It was so fresh…and so filling. I couldn’t believe that this place had better food than Ivar’s fish and chips in Seattle.
If you’re ever in the San Diego area make sure you hit this place up if you’re into seafood. You won’t be sorry.
After I ate I headed back to the stadium and got my ticket for the game. It was pretty cheap and there were plenty of options to where I could sit. I decided to sit in the outfield. It looked pretty promising for a home run ball and I liked that idea. Here’s the area to purchase tickets:
After I got my ticket I wandered around looking for the left field entrance. I figured that would be the fastest way into the stadium. I talked to the nearby security guard that I had talked to earlier that referred me to the Tin Fish and she explained to me that the left field gates open up at 4:30pm. But fans are only limited to a certain area. It’s kind of like Coors Field and Safeco Field but from where I stood I couldn’t see the field. I had to wait here until 5:00pm:
The only thing between me and baseball paradise was that stupid little blue barricade. As I was standing there some other much older fan walked up and started giving the security guard a hard time about having to wait until 5:00pm to get to enter the rest of the stadium. I understood his point because I share the same frustrations but harassing the security guard about it is rather pointless. Just about every stadium I’ve been to has silly rules. Here’s another one. When 5:00pm came around I ran up the stairs and I immediatly ended up in the left field seats. There were already some fans lingering around, (obviously another part of the stadium opened up seconds sooner) so any loose baseballs laying around were probably already scooped up. I didn’t bother to really look for any. I focused on finding a good spot to snag baseballs. I called out to a few Padre players but I was ignored. I played the left field seats for about fifteen minutes and decided to play the third base foul area. Here comes another silly rule I mentioned before.
To get to the third base side I had to exit the left field section the way I came and then take a giant set of stairs up and around the stadium. It’s really a pain. Anyway. Here’s a picture of the area I stood in:
See the guy wearing the white shirt sitting down? Notice that he’s sitting? Also note the huge wide open space behind him? The security guards won’t let anyone stand in that open area. And if you want to be in the front row you have to sit down. I’m really not sure why those rules are in place. Another silly rule they have is if you want to be in the front row along the base lines during batting practice you have to stay seated. If a baseball comes your way of course you may react and try to catch it. But then you must exit out of that open space. I have the feeling that the people making those rules are an older group and think that fans can’t handle themselves in those areas. Or maybe people have gotten hurt too many times down there. In either case, I’ve been in plenty of stadiums, played those areas and I’m still alive to tell about it. In fact while I was standing there a foul ball came my way. I tried to play it on the bounce but the two security guards, (one pictured in the above photo) were in my way. The ball bounced on the dirt on the field, and then bounced into the stands. It took a few hops but eventually ended up back on the field by bouncing off a seat or two. The next baseball landed at my feet and I easily scooped it up. That was the only baseball I got during batting practice. I tried to use my glove trick on mutliple baseballs but like I said. Running from 3rd base to left field bleachers took a lot of time. By the time I got to the left field seats to use my glove trick the baseballs were scooped up by players or ground crew. And by the time I got back over to the third base side the same thing happened. I did get to use my glove trick to help some kid get his baseball back that he dropped onto the field.
I also made sure to tell Tim Hudson I thought his home run was awesome. He thanked me.
After batting practice I set out to explore PETCO Park. It’s such an awesome stadium and there is literally tons of other things to do besides watch an actual baseball game there. Like you can take your kids to a smaller version of PETCO Park and play a game of baseball:
The kids seemed to be having a lot of fun and I talked to a few parents that have come to PETCO Park before and they said they couldn’t ever get their kids away from this area. They simply love to come to PETCO Park just for this! Can you believe that? The good thing about this area is, it only cost $5 dollars to get in. You don’t actually get a ticket to watch the game in an assigned seat inside the stadium, but you can sit here and see the game just fine:
Its a huge grassy hill that families can lay all over and watch the game. How awesome is that? And if you get there earlier enough you can listen to live music!
They sang a few Michael Jackson tunes. And see that big screen behind them? You can come to PETCO Park, pay $5 bucks, sit on the grassy hill with your family or your friends and watch San Diego Padres road games! What other stadium offers that? None that I can think of! Aside from the huge difficulty of snagging baseballs I absolutely love this stadium. It’s one of my favorites so far.
Here is a picture of a seating area for groups only. It’s such an awesome place to sit because its right behind the Padres bullpen. How cool is this?
As far as the game was concerned the Padres blew out the Braves, 11-2. Dan Uggla lost his bat into the crowd in the 2nd inning, (no one was hurt) and there were two home runs during the game. Neither of them were remotely close to where I was sitting. I had right field seats and this was my view:
They were really good seats and I had the jump on an home run ball that came my way. I was seated right on the end right by the stairs. I had access to my right and to my left. Totally awesome. But no one hit anything towards me. There was one guy that dressed up like the Padres mascot that was dancing, and chanting…he had a whole routine down plus he had some followers. In the photo above the guy in the Gonzales jersey was part of his entourage. Here’s a picture of him:
He was very entertaining to watch. So I snapped a photo with him. Check it out:
The guy was absolutely hilarious. You have to understand something about PETCO Park. And this might help explain why the stadium was so awkwardly constructed. PETCO Park was built in a part of town that was really poor and run down. They put the stadium here to help promote the city and to make the area into more of a positive approach for families. So there are a few building that they tried to save and like, drop the stadium inbetween some of them like a puzzle piece. One building that just about everyone is familiar with is this one:
They turned this vacant building into suites for fans. Beyond that is a building that distributed candy. I forget the name of it but the history of the stadium is very interesting. They tried to salvage as many old buildings as they could. The candy building is currently vacant but the security guard told me they have plans to make it into something useful. Here are some pictures I took of a more before and after.
I haven’t really decided if I’m going to go back for another game or enjoy San Diego. There is so much to do in this town, and I’d hate to miss out on the fun stuff. Like the beach. Anyway. Aside from some of the quirky rules, the long walks between the base lines and the outfield sections, I think this stadium is pretty awesome. I like the fact that when you walk up on it you see this huge sign that says PETCO Park. And all the palm trees around it. It doesn’t seem like its in a big city but outside alone in it’s own world.
Here’s a fun PETCO Park fact: During the construction of the stadium, the Padres offered fans the chance to purchase bricks outside of the concourse and to dedicate them.
Soon after this, PETA attempted to purchase a brick to protest Petco’s treatment of animals (PETA and Petco have a long-standing dispute over this matter), but the first two attempts were denied. Undeterred, PETA succeeded on its third attempt by purchasing a brick which read “Break Open Your Cold Ones Toast The Padres Enjoy This Champion Organization.” When one reads the first letter of each word, it forms an acrostic which reads “BOYCOTT PETCO.” The Padres decided to leave the brick there, saying not enough people walking by would notice the secret meaning. I have yet to find this brick. I’ve asked a few PETCO Park employees but they don’t know anything about it. Figures.
Game; June 24th 2011 Atlanta Braves vs. San Diego Padres
Snagging Baseballs for Puppies has raised; $98.00 this season.
Snagging Baseballs for Relief in Japan has raised; $33.75 this