Mr. Krabs: Aye, the hooks. They draw you in with their pleasing shapes and beguiling colors. But just when you think you've found the land of milk and honey, they grab you by the britches, and haul you up higher, and higher, and higher, all the way up to the surface, flopping and gasping for air. Then the cook you, and then they eat you... or worse!
SpongeBob SquarePants: What could be worse than that?
When she was a kid my girlfriend used to cut a 2-liter soda bottle in half, tape/glue a string to it, put a ball inside the sliced bottle, then lower it down into the dugout for autographs.
I prefer what we did as kids, standing down by the gates waiting for the players and begging for an autograph then running back to our seats with our treasure safely in our hands. I bet none of those were for children. Sometimes memories are worth more than an autograph bought on ebay.