baseball
Just the other day I took my son to a professional baseball game downtown. As luck would have it, we managed to grab a foul ball as a momento of our trip. However, as we were leaving the stadium we were approached by a homeless man asking for change. "He just wants our money to buy booze," I informed my innocent child. But we didn't leave him empty-handed. If a baseball game ever breaks out, "Crazy Earl" has a ball and will be ready to play.