It does sound like a novel plot, doesn’t it?
a foul ball hit the stands near us and I was fastest and dove for it and came up with it holding it up overhead like a prize,
some older guy, in the row behind, about 20 years old or so grabbed it and ran
I was afraid to do anything he looked pretty mean Grandpa just said I shouldnt have been showing it off and shoulda just tucked it away
Granpa was always kinda pragmatic like that, he'd pay me something like a quarter for mowing his lawn when I was trying to earn some money for something or other