Little story from me: During pregame warm-ups, Mata had a ball at his feet and was pointing up towards 236 where I was sitting. I don’t know if he was signaling at me or just anybody. It was pretty sparse in the stands at that time. I stood up and he motioned to raise your arms so I put them up like a touchdown signal. He kicked a perfectly weighted ball right to me. It would’ve hit me in the sternum. I caught it (thank god!). He had a big smile on his face, I tossed the ball back. But I just had a huge grin on my face all the way back home. I’m a 39-year-old man and it made me feel like a little kid again.