Only one encounter and memory - THANKFULLY! - of this boor, but it was / is lasting. It was maybe 30 years ago at the SF Labor Day show at the Moscone. The aisles were packed. I had the misfortune of being in the same aisle that Reggie and his cadre of muscle goons were on. They essentially bulldozed and elbowed everybody not behind a table, out of the way so the precious Mr. Jackson could pass unimpeded. Never cared for the guy before, have cared for him even less since. Helluva ballplayer, but as a human being . . . meh!
