None that I kept. I caught one ball from Chad Curtis, with the Detroit Tigers at the time. I was with a girl wearing a Curtis jersey (seriously!) and another guy from Detroit, and he threw the practice ball up to us, and I caught the ball. I gave it to the girl of the group who was infatuated with Curtis (later found out she attempted to get him to her hotel room when he was a Yankee and he declined). Close, but no cigar story: Being a huge Braves fan in the midst of the upper midwest was not fun for my growing up as there was no interleague for most of it, and the closest National League team was Chicago. By the time I was in college, however, Milwaukee was in the NL, so I had a closer destination to see them, especially since I was at the U. We went in Miller Park's first season to a Braves game, and we had very nice seats along the third base line. I always keep score at ballgames, and I was in the midst of catching up from a rough inning for John Smoltz when Andruw Jones came up to the plate. He hit a screaming liner that I looked up just in time to duck away from before it hit me in the head and get a fingertip on. It landed in the lap of the guy behind me.