Finally in your fifty years of going to Red Sox games at Fenway you get your hands on a foul ball. Finally! Ever since the Sox broke the curse your luck has been on the up and up.
Ever since you were a kid you dreamed of wrapping your hands around David Ortiz’s balls; his hairy, sweaty, leathery foul balls. And even though your dream didn’t completely come true (you had to settle for Milton Bradley’s balls) you blew your fifteen seconds of fame; you literally blew Milton Bradley’s balls. And it was all caught on tape.
