My Dad took me to Yankee Stadium for the first time when I was 9 years old. When I returned from a concession stand, he presented me with a ball signed by my favorite player, Derek Jeter, along with a story that Jeter had signed the ball before hitting it out into the stands, where my father caught it. It wasn’t until years later that I discovered the anecdote was a hoax, but one that made my first visit to the House that Ruth built a dream come true.
