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Back in the early 2000s, I took my middle child to a Diamondbacks game and watched from our usual seats, about 30 rows up from third base, on the aisle.
My son was around 10-years-old, still into baseball, and I assume pretty cute since a lady leaving the game in the late innings asked if we would like to sit in her seats just behind the Diamondbacks dugout.
He loved it. I regretted it immediately.
There was nothing but reflexes and luck to prevent a lined foul ball from doing serious damage.