When I was a child, my father took my cousins and I to a Yankee game. We all brought baseball gloves, hoping to catch a foul ball. None came our way.
Towards the end of the game, I went to the bathroom. As soon as I left, a foul ball bounced right off my seat. My cousin, sitting next to me, covered his head with his glove instead of catching the ball.
50 years later, I still haven't snagged a foul !