One of my favorite memories of being a little kid is going to see the Giants at Candlestick with my family. It was a long drive and a treat so we only went once in a while. We sat in the cheap seats. My dad once caught a foul ball and put it into my small hands. I still remember how happy I was at that moment. The world was a wonderful place.
Many years later, with my own son at a Giants game in the new stadium, I was the one who got the foul ball (from a generous seat-neighbor who actually caught it) and handed it to my 5 year old son and the smile that spread across his apple-cheeked face made me feel the same way again, but this time as a dad.