In September of the 2009 baseball season my family was at a Rangers game, sitting about 20 rows up from the visiting team's dugout. Chris Davis stepped to the plate and lined a foul ball over the netting into the row behind us, where a man about my age picked up the ball, walked down to us and handed the ball to my 2 year old son, Eli. Everyone cheered and when I had the chance I walked down, shook the man's hand and gave a heartfelt thanks to him for what he did. Eli didn't understand the significance, and today he still doesn't. But one day he will know that he has something that some people have been trying 60 or more years to find: a foul ball from a Major League Baseball game.