I remember almost catching my first foul ball sitting in the front row on the first base side looking down the third base line. I could have spit on the home plate umpire from there. RHB hit a beeline right to me. Just as I was about to get my hands on it, a buddy of mine, who I treated to the game with tickets I got from my dad's work, reached over and snagged the ball from in front of me, then had the gall to giggle and laugh and say look dude I caught a ball! I mean, technically, it was fair game, I guess. But we didn't hang out much after that.