It was the top of the fifth at Charles Schwab Field. UCLA and Arkansas were locked in a College World Series clash—sun out, crowd roaring, tension climbing. And then, a foul ball cracked into the Omaha sky.

It came off the bat hot—no time for flinching, no time for second guessing.

But one man was ready. Glove on hand. Shoulders squared. And when the ball came his way, he did what he’s always done w…