Boy, time flies doesn't it? Still searching for a picture from 1999. Lefty Jr is 4 years old, and he's super-excited that he's going to catch a ball. I get box seats from one of our vendors and we're all set, except that when we get there we're right behind home plate and there's a screen over us. No chance of a foul ball. Jr is crushed, because he's built getting a ball as the biggest thing EVER. I go to the concession stand and buy a Mets logo ball. I talk to the people sitting around us quietly, letting them in on the plan. A foul ball is hit straight back and everyone cranes their head to the sky, including him. That's when I bounce the ball onto the steps at the end of the aisle, and say 'look, there it is!!'. He launches himself out of the seat and pounces on it. Everyone in our section cheers. His smile is ear to ear. One of my best Shea memories, even though I have no idea whether they won or lost or who they played. Still have that ball, though. It reminds me of that gullible little boy who had the best frickin' day of his life.