I ended up just begging this one guy for his Detmer autographed ball, and he was like, "sure, this thing wouldn't get me more than 25 bucks anyway." I stole a second one out of a basement in Colorado, where he played college ball. Kind of got lucky with that one. So I took those two, drove up to Montana, went deep into the woods, and buried them for safekeeping.
After those first 19 were claimed, there were years and years of gridlock. One guy was dumb enough to keep his football on him. He had too many at a bar in Illinois, ran his mouth a little too much, got his ass beat, lost the ball. There were a couple stories like that. But by and large, that stage of the game was mostly about digging up forgotten Detmer balls. The ones that were sitting in attics and old boxes for 15,000 years and forgotten about.

Hmm ... I'm gonna say one in ... let's just keep it easy. One in a hundred homes has a piano in it.// Sure, we'll use that. And the population of Chicago is like three billion.Three billion?// Million. Three million.You said billion. I swear you said billion.