Back in the summer of '67, my dad took me to St. Louis to see the Cards play a night game against the Giants and Juan Marichal. My uncle (a long-time Nebraska sportscaster) told my Dad to take me down to the Cardinal dugout during batting practice and mention his name to the usher.
To my utter amazement, Bob Gibson popped out of the dugout...shook my hand and introduced himself...and gave me a Tim McCarver bat and a baseball autographed by the whole team. He was very friendly and told me he'd heard I was a good third baseman.
After Dad took this photo, we went back to our seats...where I caught an Orlando Cepeda foul ball. From a baseball point of view, it's never been better than that amazing day 42 years ago.
