I hit alot of stadiums when I work out of town but this was the first time we did a family road trip....was surprised that neither of my sons did any bitching about sitting through 3 games, nearly in a row. One son likes the Braves, the other the Sox, so the first 2 games we didn't see any of our favorite teams. We went more to see the stadiums.
I shoulda had a foul ball in Pittsburgh. We were behind the plate about eye level with the top of the screen, maybe a little lower. Said before the game, there's no way we get a ball back where we were...too far back for one of those up the chimney shots and too low for one that clears the screen (figuring the arc of the ball wouldn't drop enough for us. First inning....my older son had my glove. He's sitting next to me on the left, fiddling with the glove. I'm holding my camera with the big-ass zoom lens on it.
For whatever reason I turn to him and say "lemme see that" as I try to get it on my hand while still holding the camera. Still facing him, I'm telling him I don't remember when I got that glove. I hear the people around us sort of let out a gasp so I look up. Here comes the ball but about 2 seats to my right or so. Next to me is a friggin' Yankees fan with his 2 young sons. The ball is pretty much headed for this kid's face. Neither the Dad or the kids seemed to be paying attention (at least to my recollection). Since I'm left-handed, I flash out the glove at the last second and the ball goes off the top of the webbing. Of course I get the shit booed out of me (hope to God I didn't end up on Fox Pittsburgh)....but I probably saved that kid from a really wicked shiner.
Oh....the ball ended up going down a row or 2 and someone passed it back up to the kid next to me. For the rest of the game he's playing with it despite his father telling him to put it away or he'll lose it. Eight inning comes around and sure enough he drops it....it rolls to the bottom of the section. We see some little girl carrying it out as the game ends.
I'll never hear the end of it....especially because my wife and kids call me Al Bundy for bragging about how I never dropped a fly ball or a pass when I was younger.