So as long as I can remember every time I've gone to a baseball game I've wanted to catch a foul ball. During every game I sit there with my glove on my hand just waiting for one to come my way. Well it's never happened. However the other day we were just pulling into the game and Zach said holy crap did you see that? I said see what? He said a foul ball just bounced in the street right in front of our car. So I immediately bolted out of the car, started running down the street and dodging cars chasing this ball. Next thing I know there is a whole pack of kids chasing after me trying to get the ball. But I got it!! As soon as I picked it up all the kids just sighed and said aw man and headed back to the stadium...except 2 of them. I was just so excited I got a ball but then the one kid said (in the saddest sweetest voice) can I have your ball? I looked at them and then back at my ball, & I asked them if they had already gotten any foul balls. The one kid said yes I got one, but we've been trying to get him one for a long time. So I looked at that kid and he had the saddest little puppy dog eyes and he said again, could I please have your ball? So reluctantly I gave him my ball, he said thanks and they ran off. What a scheme, it was probably all an act! lol But I didn't want to be the mean "adult" that said no to some little kid, so I had to give it to him. I guess Zach grabbed the camera from my purse & tried to take a picture from the car, so it's not the best picture, (it all happened pretty fast) but at least now I will remember my short lived foul ball. When I got back to the car Zach was just cracking up, he couldn't believe I had given up my ball after I ran clear down the street for it! lol