Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: happened last night, of course.

i'm in town for a few days to visit family, and my sister got free mets tickets, so i went with my mom, step-dad, sister, and brother-in-law. we were seated in the outfield, right next to the visiting bullpen. not bad seats really, except that behind us, a group of college kids were very loud. one guy in particular had a super shrill voice and kept yelling "gotti!" which i gather is either an inside joke or just something i haven't seen on reddit yet. now, this normally wouldn't bother me, but i could tell that it was annoying my mom and sister. 

around the time that my mom suggested we move one row away to get away from them, the fifth inning ended and out came the t-shirt cannons. there's one right in front of our section launching t-shirts, and the "gotti" guy starts going fucking nuts, just howling and yelling. normally, i would assume that the people on the field can't hear specific people yelling in the stands, but they heard this banshee. and as they loaded up another shirt, i had a premonition: they are going to launch this shirt right at this guy, because he's so fucking loud -- and *i am going to intercept it*, becoming a hero to my family, who couldn't stand him, and whom i apparently feel like i need to impress.

and lo and behold, they aim the cannon and pop, the shirt goes flying into the air, higher and higher, but in an arc that's coming right back down toward us. i gear up. the guy behind me has his hands out over my head, so i swat them away, and my sister is doing the same. and of course, people around us are getting louder and louder, the excitement is mounting. the shirt is falling, i'm looking right at it thinking, "fuck yes. here we go." it comes directly at me and i grab at it with my raised right hand -- which it bounces off, and flies toward my left hand, which is holding a plastic cup of beer. 

i hadn't really thought about the fact that all of that height meant the shirt had accelerated quite a bit, and that it had to be densely packed to be in the cannon. but it hit my left hand like a brick and smash, beer cup fucking explodes everywhere, totally crushed, spraying in every direction. the t-shirt, meanwhile, goes flying off that hand into the bullpen. one of the players comes out and grabs it, and instead of throwing it back up, he just takes the rubber bands off, looks at it, and goes back into the little hut they have in there. wtf. 

meanwhile, i'm covered in beer, and everyone lets out a disappointed--not sympathetic--"awwww." and that was it. i had failed to impress my family, lost on the sure satisfaction of boxing out the screamer, and was covered in a sticky ($9.50) beer. i carried that shame for 4 more innings, and the mets lost on a double play.

TIFU by getting shot with a t-shirt cannon