i never got to go to a major league baseball game as a kid, and i don't know if it would have been that great if i had. now however, going to a game is like going to disneyland for a kid. i went to a game recently, and they have a huge section of the concession area dedicated just to kids. like a giant playground where they can play in ball pits, sit in fake dugouts, race against cutouts of their favorite players, wrestle with the mascot, and other such activities that pretty much eliminate any chance of them seeing the game. it must suck for the parent who has to monitor them. there's a lot to take advantage of as a kid at a baseball game, but the real beauty for these little jerks is when they are actually sitting in the stands. any foul ball hit anywhere near a child (regardless of how pathetic his attempt to catch it is) will be given to the kid. at the game i watched, a dude stood up with his bloody mary in an attempt to catch a scorcher fouled in our direction. he stood up, not to catch the ball, but to protect the little kid sitting next to him. and he succeeded. the ball hit his arm like a missile and exploded his drink all over him and his baseball jersey* he'd elected to suit up in for the game. his arm looked so gnarly that people were crawling down from several rows up to take a picture of this giant lump that had formed where a wrist used to be. and then, about 2 seconds later, "give it to the kid! give the ball to the kid!" the kid, who had done nothing, neglected to mention he already had a ball from earlier in the game - and he took the missile ball. little rich jerk. not many kids ever even get to go to a game, let alone sit close enough to the field to actually see a ball. and then he gets to take two balls home. neither of which he caught. you grow up hoping to maybe one day go to a live game, and you work and save, and eventually you go. and when you catch a ball that you've been working for your whole life "give it to the kid!" yeah, that little privileged, uncoordinated fellow next to you. no way. go play in the ball pit.
*i think it's a little silly for grown men to wear a jersey and want a souvenir ball from the game, but even still - that kid sucks.