I’ve had the pleasure of hauling in a few foul balls during my days, but they’ve all come right to me while sitting in my seat.
I wasn’t overly excited with the prospect of the ball coming my way, rather more concerned about saving myself from an unexpected trip to the dentist because I didn’t get my hands up in time.
That said, I can’t really begrudge fans for going a little crazy when a foul ball comes their way, but there’s a fine line between trying to catch the ball and acting like a doorknob as the foul ball whistles your way.
That fine line was crossed earlier this week as the Chicago White Sox and Cincinnati Reds were finishing up their string of Spring Training games in Arizona and a foul ball made its way to a grassy hill down the third base line.
In position for the catch (or so he thought) was a middle-aged man (who hopefully was going to give the ball to some children) who did what he could to haul in the screaming line drive. Unfortunately, doing so on a slanted hill isn’t nearly as easy as it looks – something he and his face quickly found out.