Richard Arndt was working grounds at the ballpark when he caught the great Hammerin’ Hank Aaron’s last home run, number 755. This was in Atlanta.
Right away he told the men sure, of course he’d give the ball back to the Hammer—but in person. He wanted to meet the future hall of famer.
Instead, they fired him and fined him $5 for stealing company property. By company property, we’re talking about a Major League baseball.
Which, parenthetically, Arndt kept.
I don’t know what they mean when they say our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. In the cold cold morning, asleep in my pants, I am cold cold cold.
I thought a baby carrot was a regular carrot, but peeled more.
But wait there’s more. When home runs became cool again in 1998, Arndt sold the ball for a kabillion dollars. In this world, money is too much of a thing. A home run can also be called a goner, a homer, a jack.