Farther's Day 1958, I was 7. Mom gave Dad tickets to the game and we went. Leaving home, Mom yelled to us as the elevator started to descend to "don't come back without a ball".
Dad told me not to count on that as some people never get a ball after years of going to games, and this would be the first time for both of us.
Anyway, I was enjoying watching my favorites Yankees play sitting in box seats a few rows up from the visitor's dugout. Dad had just ordered a beer (Ballantine, had to be opened with a can opener back then) when everyone around us stood up...Dad stepped on the chair and jumped up and caught a foul ball...and landed on the guy pouring the beer into a cup.
He was not thrilled with that so he jabbed Dad in the leg with the can opener,
When they untangled, Dad handed me the ball that I still have today 54 years ago, I keep the card of the guy who hit the ball that day, my favorite player, right next to the ball we got signed after the game, Mickey Mantle.