Nate, the only foul ball I ever caught was hit by Geno Petralli, in 1991. I was sitting in an aisle seat and it zipped off the tip of his bat right down the aisle and through the opening that lead to the concessions. I jumped up in time to see it heading for the concrete wall next to the ice cream stand, slid feet first with hands out, went right through a ~10-yr old kid holding an ice cream cone, and caught the ball. The kid went flying over me and lost his cone. I got up to give him the ball, feeling bad about it (but it was an unavoidable collision), and he unleashed a salvo of curse words at me - the angriest little cretin I've ever encountered. So I walked off with the ball and handed it to my girlfriend. An usher came over and took it from her. I love kids, but have no regrets over that one - that kid is probably sitting in a jail cell somewhere now.
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