A long time ago I was at a game and my then boyfriend and I had seats right behind the Twins dugout. (Seats I had gotten through work, I might add.) Bert was pitching. Struck out the 3rd batter to end the inning. As he was walking toward the dugout the catcher threw the ball back to him and as he went into the dugout he looked up at me and tossed me the ball. My then boyfriend jumped in front of me just as I was about to catch it and intercepted it. I mean, it was coming directly toward me, and I know how to catch a ball. Very classless thing to do. Glad that didn't last. I made him give me the ball, but the moment was ruined. He didn't even apologize, just claimed 'instinct'