This is probably one of those stories you shouldn’t tell on a first date… or the tenth.
Look Manny, if you really, really want a ball, I’m sure everybody will be nice enough to chip in and get you a ball. Theres a good lad.
My uncle got a foul ball a few years back. At a major league stadium, with 40,000 fans in attendance. Reached out as it arched into his section, right off some major leaguer’s bat, and grabbed it on the fly. His first, and thus far only, after many years of fandom and attending games. It’s a prized possession for him, and if it’d been me, it’d be a prized possession for me, too.
I caught a foul ball earlier this year. At a minor league stadium, with 4,000 fans in attendance. Hit the roof of the concessions stands behind home plate (I was in line at the time, couldn’t see the game from there), bounced a couple of times, and rolled to me. My first, and thus far only, after many years (though not as many) of fandom and attending games. It’s not an especially prized possession for me, and if my uncle’d been in the situation, it wouldn’t be a prized possession for him either.
Which just goes to show you that context is everything.
I’ll go with you next year.