It's amazing how crazy adults go for a freaking baseball. What are you going to do with it? Display it in your house?

"Say, Ted, what's that there on your mantel?"
"That's was ground ball foul off the bat of Mike Bordick. Got that back in '98. David Segui tossed it into the crowd and I stepped over two kids and some old lady to grab it. It's been my pride and joy ever since."

Cyberluddite: Shostie: Babwa Wawa: If you're over the age of 15, you give the ball to the nearest kid under the age of 10. Unless you're a self-absorbed dick.

Okay. I've never caught a foul ball at a baseball game. But if I went to a game and managed to get one I would be obligated to give it to the nearest child, even though it's my first, and therefore, kind of special to me?

Tough call, but I would make the following ruling:

Did you make a clean catch of a foul line drive or pop-up that was hit right to you and that you weren't fighting others for? If yes, it's OK to keep the ball.

Did you scramble around to pick up a ball that was bouncing or rolling around in the stands? Did you get into a scrum or dogpile with a bunch of other people, and come out with the ball? Did you stick your hands out in a crowd of a dozen other people also with outstretched arms, all trying to catch a ball that one of the players gently tossed into the stands, and you happened to be the one to get it? If the answer to any of these is questions is yes and you don't give the ball to the nearest kid who was also trying to get the ball, then that's pretty dickish.

This is why one should always take a girfriend to a baseball game. If you catch a foul ball, you can hand it to her and get a hug and kiss in front of everybody. Who would fault you for that? Then on the way to the car after the game, take it back away from the bish.

Meh, he threw it in the stands, not AT the kid. The snowflake will learn that life is not fair once he gets in the real world.

/then he can get on antiderpressants
//and abuse his liver with alcohol
///and cry after masturbating into his sock

9beers: Those two can't be a couple, can they? The dude looks 30 years older.

You see, when a woman loves a man's bank account very, very much...

Catching a foul ball seems a lot like getting laid - if you've caught one, it's no big deal. If you never have, then goddammit it feels like you're never going to and that sh*t becomes a lot more important to you.

sigdiamond2000: but once you're old enough to bring a glove to the ball game

Just to be clear, I don't mean kids like the kid in this story. I mean kids who can actually put on a glove and use it. This kid's glove is cute and all, but it may as well be a balloon or an apple peeler at that age. He ain't catching sh*t with that thing.

But keeping the stripper's bra is still ok, right?

The kid will never remember this even happened.

Wait, this was a Rangers / Yankee game and we are griping about a Ranger fan? A yankee fan would've stolen the ball, flipped the kid off, and poured their drink down his shirt.

drew46n2: If it's me, I give the kid the ball before he can even start crying.

Yeah, me too. About 3 years ago my daughter and I went to a ballgame and we were sitting in the 3rd or 4th row near first base, where a lot of balls get fouled off by right-handed batters. At the end of the first inning, my daughter caught a ball (not a foul, but the ball thrown to her by the opposing team's second baseman on his way back to the dugout, after he had caught a popup for the third out and she called out to him by name and asked him for it). Some little boy sitting right in front of us who was being taken to the game for his birthday was incredibly bummed out--he wanted to get a baseball! As luck would have it, about 10 minutes later the batter fouled one off that headed right toward me, and it landed right in my glove without me even having to step an inch away from my seat. I asked my daughter if it was OK if I gave the ball to the kid in front, and knowing how much the kid wanted a ball, she said sure. So I tapped him on the shoulder, said "happy birthday," and handed him the ball, and you wouldn't believe how big his eyes got and how wide his smile was.

The only problem now was that the kid's sister, who was sitting next him, was now the one who was insanely jealous. But wouldn't you know it, an inning or two later, I caught another foul ball (well, "caught" isn't the best word--it landed 2 or 3 rows back and some guy tried to catch it but dropped it, and it then rolled down by my feet and I grabbed it). After consulting my daughter again, I gave this one to the kid's sister, with the same outcome. Those kids must've thought I was a better person than Jesus at this point.

So yeah, the little thrill one gets from getting an ordinary baseball at a game is so minor compared to the thrill and excitement it brings to a kid to get one. As far as I'm concerned, common decency requires that, unless it's some sort of valuable ball (a landmark HR ball, etc.), all balls caught by spectators should be handed over to the nearest kid. Of course, the incident in TFA was in Texas, so . . .

/yeah, I know, CSB, whatever

oh man...hope it was worth it since the entire internet thinks you suck.