I was young. It must have been about 1984. I was eight and my family was at the Twins game. We got there early and watched batting practice. The Twins were playing the Red Sox. We were down the third base line. There was a roller and the ball was right in front of us.
Lefty-hander John Henry Johnson of the Red Sox came to get the ball. Me, being eight-years-old, did what any eight year old boy would do. "Hey Mister! Mister, can I have that ball!?"
Johnson got to the wall, looked up at me, turned away, turned back and said, "I've come too far over here for this." And he tossed me the ball.
It was the first and only time I got a ball at a baseball game.