Well, first of all, I'd have to sit down and think about just what the f$@& happened that caused me to be at a baseball game...

Once I'd figured out where I'd made that wrong turn, I'd take the ball to the ESPN Zone restaurant located in Downtown Disney, Anaheim CA. There I'd say:

"I'm sure you don't remember me, but I was here last Sat, and I politely asked if, at all possible, just one of the many televisions that you have might perhaps be tuned to the Open Canoe Whitewater Nationals that were happening over the weekend..."

After the blank stares, I'd continue:

"You looked at me with blank stares similar to those you're wearing now..."

"Ok, well, it's obvious that you don't remember, or care any more now than you did then, as your definition of 'sport' really only covers grown men playing schoolyard ball games."

"Well, be that as it may, I thought you might be interested in this [present said ball w/explanation]. I happened to catch it, and I found myself wondering what use I might have for it... And your establishment came to mind."

And then, once thier eyes began to sparkle with the thought of possessing such an item...

I'd cover it with mustard and eat the M***er F***er!

MV