Back when I was about 10, my dad took me to Yankee Stadium. Dad was a NYC Fireman and he decided to nap thru batting practice since he had a long day at the firehouse. The Yankees were playing the Angels and Rod Carew was taking BP. I was wandering the stadium and all of a sudden I see this foul ball hit the railing no less than a foot from where my father's head was resting. I don't think I've ever seen my father move that quickly in his life!