I remember often going to San Francisco Giants games as a kid with my dad and brothers. I remember sitting in the upper deck of Candlestick Park with them and hearing the crack of the bat and looking for the foul ball that was sure to come. My brother was sitting next to the stairs and was eating a hot dog. I will never forget him, probably 10 yrs old at the time, watch follow the ball and watch it bounce on the stair right next to him, and just watched it go because he didn't want to drop his hot dog. We still joke with him to this day about that time. I will never forget it.