I've told this before, but not for a while.
In Probably 1974 I lived near Pittsfield, Ma where the rangers had a minor league team. On day dad brought me to a game, a double header and Bob Feller was pitching a home run contest between games.
When the second game started, he came up in the stands with a huge stack of photo sheets, 8 1/2x11, picture on the front and career highlights on the back. Lots of kids looking for autographs, which kept him pretty busy. Being shy I was pretty much the last in line (Or crowd which would be more accurate, he was surrounded.. ) Got one for me, one for dad, and one on paper for dads old autograph book. Lots of kids came back for more, and were making paper planes out of them. I asked if that bothered him and he just said "they're kids, that's what they do" Since I was the only one left, he asked about baseball, I wanted to pitch, but the lowest level league had an upper age limit for pitchers.
he had me sit with him for a couple innings and explained what the pitchers were doing, what pitch, what location and why.
Then he said he had to go keep the grownups happy. He genuinely seemed like he would rather stay talking about baseball.
It wasn't until several years later I realized how cool it was to get a lesson in pitching from one of the best. *
Not that I could ever use it, and my "fastball" probably topped out in the upper 50s
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