A baseball I caught at a Cubs game.
We were at Wrigley Field watching the Cubs take on the Royals, and Joe Randa fouled one back to the first base lower level where I was sitting with my 13 month old Son (it was his first MLB Game). My wife had gone to the rest room, and there I sat with my Son and a frosty cold Old Style Beer. When the foul ball came my way, I sort of panicked. The rookie Dad move I made was to immediately stand up with my Son in one hand (left arm) and the beer in the other (right hand). As the ball tracked nearer to me, my fan instincts took over. I tucked my Son in deep to the left arm, switched the beer to my left had, and reached for the ball with my right hand. VIOLA! Ball Caught, baby secure, and beer not spilled. The crowd around me went nuts. My wife, hearing the story after her return from the bathroom............not so happy with me.
In my office, there is a picture of Me holding my Son, and my Son curling up with the ball, and the ticket displayed - all in a glass souvenir box. I absolutely love it, and love re-telling that story to my now 15 year Son.