Another baseball memory from Dad

There is a story in our family lexicon about an autographed baseball belonging to my brother Gary. There's another story about a baseball that Dad once caught at a Cincinnati Reds game and the two stories were mixed up in my memory.

The ball Gary had was autographed by the entire St. Louis Cardinals 1964 World Championship team. Gary pitched in Little League and that summer, at age ten, he pitched a no-hitter. His coach's wife worked at a restaurant downtown where many of the Cardinal players were regular patrons. She obtained the autographed baseball and presented it to Gary as a trophy for his no-hit game.

A year later, Dad caught a fly ball during batting practice before a game in Cincinnati. Dad worked for the Post Office sorting mail on a train between St. Louis and Cincinnati and during his layover in Cincinnati, he often bought a bleacher ticket for a quarter. The day Dad caught the fly ball, hit by Hank Aaron no less, there were several young kids around clamoring for the ball but Dad brought it home for his own son.

Alas, neither baseball remains in the family. Gary sold the baseballs and his baseball card collection for much-needed cash in his college years.

Just wanted to get the stories straight.