I was at the game when Craig Biggio got his 3,000th hit.
After the game they passed out a nice poster with a place to mount your ticket. A few months later Biggio was signing autographs at Minute Maid Park, so I took my poster up there and got in line.
I stood in line for 30-45 minutes, and just when I was about five people from the front of the line, my son, who was about 1-1/2 at the time, took a dump in his diaper and it was NASTY! I mean terrible...everybody was moving away from us. But I had already paid, drove to the ball park, and stood in line. So I walk up to Biggio to get my poster signed and he says "Oh my God. What is that! Get it away from me!" Then he saw my boy and realized what it was. He signed my poster, but he did it with his face turned the opposite direction as if he were trying to find some good air (there wasn't any), so the auto looks a little sloppy. I still framed it. It gives me a little chuckle every time I walk past it.
My boy's 8 now. He plays baseball and knows who Craig Biggio is. When he gets a little older (and has some friends over) I'm going to tell him the story of the time he crapped on a HOFer.
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R Dixon
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