You've got to want it. If you're standing on the wall, call for the ball. Look at a player, call his name, throw your hands up, and yell, "Throw me a ball!" It don't matter what team. It don't matter what player. Do it. Call for the ball.
The nephew was shy. He couldn't even ask Guthrie for a ball. Me? I just yelled, "Hey, Blue Jay throw me a ball!" I had no idea his name. I had no idea his number which was unfortunate as I would usually call them by that -- "Hey, 57! Throw me one."
Sometimes they'll throw you one. It's happened. It'll happen again. Thanks, Nick!
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