Ah, fun at the old ballpark. Fathers ... kids ... that special bond between them the Pastime has forged across the genera--

Hey, wait! Is that a foul ball?

Yeesh. What is it about a lousy run-of-the-mill baseball that turns the brains of grown adults into vanilla pudding?

Love the look on his daughter's face, though. Kind of like, "Way to go, Dad. Geez. What a dweeb."

Yup.