Ranging from miniscule:
the ball, caught in a moment of time, ready to leave Thurmon's bat, presumably on it's way out of the park.
the next ball, also in a moment of time, leaving Utley's bat, also headed for the cheap seats!
the ground-out to shortstop.
the baseball-shaped Steve Carlton, given to me by our favorite Troll.
to souvenir balls, purchased here and there:
which prompted me to search for my team.
a Brewers ball from my time spent on Wisconsin's eastern shore of lake Michigan.
and even one from Paula Deen's restaurant on the Mississippi.
Now, before anyone cries foul, I know Fuji asked about signed baseballs, but I don't have any of those here at work. Those will have to wait for part 2.
Thanks for the interesting post subject Fuji,
I certainly hope every one enjoyed seeing my balls as much as I did showing them off!!
Have a very SAFE and HAPPY 4th everybody!
Leave the fireworks to the professionals!
thanks for reading,