When my boyfriend came home from the Sox/Yankees game last week, he was toting a foul ball that he caught in his seat, sans glove!

I was incredibly impressed, even as the lukewarm (at best) sports fan that I am. I feel like the thin film of dirt encompassing the ball is sacred and I don't want my finger oil to erode it!

As a result, I can only bring myself to hold it with my fingertips, as you can see here:

Lou, Townsquare Media

And now for the necessary stop-motion extreme close-up: