My oldest son, now 28, was and still is a big Randy Johnson fan. When Johnson was pitching for Seattle and visited Pittsburgh I took him to the ballpark. We arrived early with ball and sharpie in hand I sent him down by the third base railing to stand and wait for an autograph. It was all he could do to get a spot there because of the crowd.
Johnson walked right over and signed a few balls going down the line skipping five or ten kids at a time. He skipped right over my son and then went into the dugout. He said not one word to anyone.
My son came back to his seat very disappointed. I hadn’t thought about that in a long time until my son called me to tell me about Johnsons election into the HOF. He then asked me if I would go to Cooperstown with him this year to see the induction ceremony.
I have been let’s say, not a people person, since my retirement. It’s not that I don’t like people, just not gobs and gobs of them all in one spot. But I will have to compromise and make this trip because it means something to him. I can’t get the image of that disappointed little boy out of my head.
Immortality does strange things, especially the mortal kind.