Love the glove
Not my most-shining example of brilliant photography, but I rather enjoyed this dude’s solution to being in the blazing-hot sun for four hours. (Am lobster-iffic in my own redness. Ow ow ow ow OW.)
I should have taken a glove myself — a foul ball bounced off the seat right in front of me and I could have caught it. (But the grilled wings from Hard Times commanded my attention instead.)
Of course, nine men with beers all lunged for it and nobody caught it because none of ’em would put down their bottles.
As a result? The ball girl got it and tossed it to a little kid. You should’ve heard them all complaining about that. …