In the late 1980's the Indians were horrible and the Blue Jays were winning, so a lot of Toronto fans used to come down to Cleveland to see games where they could get tickets. Conversely, for the few Cleveland fans going to Tribe games at the time, you could just walk up at get a General admission seat day of game for $4.
My buddies and I went one time to see the Jays-Tribe and sit out in the cheap seats after work and there are a bunch of drunken Canucks all screaming for their Jays, especially this one big, fat slob who wouldn't shut up.
Anyway, Joe Carter (with thre Tribe at the time) hits a dinger out to us, and this fat clown stands up and starts yelling "I got it, I got it". The ball goes through his hands and drills him right in the forehead. Well, he goes down like a shot, while the ball caroms off his head and gently floats back to me about 6 rows behind him. I just reached out and caught the ball like someone threw it from 10 feet away.
The slob had the ushers come over and check him out. He was a mess so they escorted him to the first aid station, and when he was hobbling up the aisle, you could see this huge mouse of a bruise already forming on his forehead, and I swear, you could see the stitches from the ball on the bruise.
Well, he comes back to his seat about 2 innings later, comes up to me and says, "Uh,.......hey.........can I have that ball"
We nearly laughed him back across the border.
I still have the ball.........