In a Pony League game in Meriden CT in 1976, the 15 year old right fielder, with the bases loaded and the opponent's best hitter having just slammed a ball down the right field line at Washington Park, chased after that ball as it rolled toward deep right-center and the out-of-play road perhaps 350 feet from home plate. Being up three runs, he knew a grand slam would tilt the score in the opponent's favor, but a ground-rule double (ball into the street) would only score two. As he stooped to pick up the slowly rolling ball, he realized it would stop a few precious inches from the desired destination, so, taking his glove, he nudged it another 3 feet. With the umpire, players, and even fans so far away, no one noticed. As it entered the edge of the road, he grabbed it barehanded and held it aloft. Success! Runners returned to 2nd and 3rd base and the game ended one batter later, Victory! (That former right fielder is not so proud of that play so much as he's amazed no one called him on it.)