 cloud-scraping fly ball that came down right near the wall in right field. Loper feed a left, had it in the webbing. It popped out of the webbing, and as he landed prone on the ground, he reached out and caught it with his bare hand. This pitch is high. One ball, no strikes. That wall takes a different tone. There's the padded wall, and then up above the padding is that hard wood, and then you've got some casota stone out there, too. A lot of surfaces to deal with.