the last baseball game i went to was a yankees game - i caught a ball, a line drive into the seats that bounced around a bit first and came to me across a few empty seats nearby. some dude behind tried to grab it from me, but i hunched over and covered it up... i stood up and held it up, and showed it to my brother in law, etc., celebrating and feeling pretty cool.
and just then i saw some dude being lead away by park staff and friends, he was bleeding from his lip... the ball had hit him in the face before it came to me... i chased the guy down in the hall and gave him the ball. he seemed generally appreciative, but was primarily concerned with, you know, the bleeding. when i came out of the hall and back to my seat, empty-handed, the crowd in the area broke into applause... and that felt better then catching the ball!
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