I was at a baseball game this season with a companion, sitting about 20 rows behind the 1st baseline dugout, when a foul ball came our way. My companion had a pretzel in one hand and a drink in the other when the ball bounced right next to us in empty seats in our row. The ball was rolling towards us but my companion couldn't reach for it when some guy in the row behind us lunged over our seats and grabbed the ball from between our legs.
-PJ