Phillies Fan Rips Home Run Ball Away From Old Lady

Not sharing this for the class act grandma-shovin Phillies fan but rather the sweet conclusion where a rep comes by with a shirt and some conversation. I dunno, there’s a tiny prickle of joy I feel when I see two people in a congenial conversation that I can hear none of. Reassuring to glance on happiness apart from my own.

It’s one of those scenarios you feel will never happen to you. Nobody thinks they’re going to be the one, whatever, to get in a car wreck to have their, you know, their kids killed in a plane crash, whatever, you don’t think those things are going to happen to you. And I didn’t think that I’d be traded. So.

Bronson Arroyo on being traded to the Reds