Inning #5. Baseball 7 - Ron A GAZILLION!!!!

HOUSTON, WE HAVE SPLASHDOWN!

And I have no video. No proof. Debbie was feeling sick. And she was on the phone with Alisha. She was not on the balcony with a video recorder.

I had already tried once today and my poor sore arm was not happy. But after an hour the baseball called my name again. If you ever played baseball you know exactly what I mean.

It whispered, "Ron. One more time. Just one more time."

When a baseball pleads no self-respecting man can refuse its call. I grabbed it in all of its brown glory. I stepped onto the balcony. No warm-up. No scanning for the best angle. No adjusting for the wind. I just threw it.

It carried over the grass, over the rocks, hit the sidewalk, bounced once, and immersed itself into the Great Lakes.

It is gone forever. And I have no proof. But if there is any integrity left ... any trust left ... so help me that ball is on the bottom of the lake.

And then the strangest thing happened. I was jumping and yelling and dancing. I told Debbie and I ran down 9 flights of stairs and straight to the place where the ball crossed into semi-international waters. And there, on the sidewalk, was a coin.

A coin.

I don't know what kind of coin. It isn't from the United States. I thought it was Mexican but the print looks oriental. And it was just lying there, marking the spot of my victory. What's that all about? I have no idea.

I only know that ... THE BALL IS IN THE LAKE!