So I packed a PB&J and an apple this morning and planned to take my lunch break at the ballpark. Beautiful day here in Des Moines. It took forever to weave through pregame traffic and get into the lot where I park right next to the main gate. Just in time for the first pitch I slid into a spot and enjoyed the sandwich while I listened to the game on the radio. Bryant’s homer du jour (off of Dodger prospect Zach Lee; remember the Dempster trade rumors?) was described as the first one so far that maybe didn’t look like one right off the bat. It’s 335 down the RF line and #5 only went 336. Musta hit it off the very end of his scepter. Anyway, I got out of the car to toss my garbage and as I approached the trash bin I noticed something white in the middle of the green plaza between the box office and the river that swallows everything knocked out of play down the right side. There were plenty of folks still on their ways inside. I don’t understand why none of them noticed the ball that was fouled out their way but I appreciated it. When I got back in the car I set it on the seat right next to the apple that I’m about to eat. Except for one black smudge on it the ball still looks pristine. It’s #4 for the year so I’m only one behind but I don’t think I can keep pace with The Kid. For one thing I had to come back to work and he’s got a few more AB’s coming this afternoon. For another, this is the last game of the home stand. By the time the I-Cubs return the one-trick-pony will have left me in his magic dust.