Treasure The Memory

[Rob D.]

Originally Posted by Steve D

For me, it would be my ticket to Nolan Ryan's seventh no-hitter on May 1st 1991.

Unfortunately, my original post I typed got killed by a sytem glitch, and I can't retype it. When I clicked on Submit Reply, I got a message that I couldn't post a reply since I wasn't logged in, which was BS, as I was logged in. When I tried to go back to what I had typed, the system had deleted it.

All I can say is that if you type a long post (one you don't want to have to retype), you should probably highlight and copy it before hitting reply. That way if the system goes wonky on you, all you have to do is go back to the reply screen and paste it back in.

Steve

I've gotten into the habit of typing longer posts on notepad, then copying and pasting. I've experienced what you describe too many times, Steve.

[BBSD]

Tearing up a piece of red grass from the 49er emblem at Candlestick Park after the epic 1981 NFC Championship against Dallas. A true piece of NFL history. Priceless!

[joeadcock]

Going to Miami Baseball Stadium in the late 1970's and seeing the Pitt Pirates play the Baltimore Orioles, spring training.
No major league team in Florida at that time, and no money to go anywhere else.
Went with my late Grandfather Florentino and my father and brother.
I treasure this because it was with those I can never forget.

Frank

[John V]

Visiting Forbes Field late one night during demolition and removing several bricks from the left field wall.

[David W]

In the 1972-73 NCAA basketball season, my neighbor gave my father and I his Bradley basketball season tickets, and we went to the game.

I remember the old Robertson Memorial Fieldhouse, and the opponent was Memphis State, who of course would go on to lose to UCLA in the championship game that year.

I kept the ticket stub and a program for years but they are now lost. I remember being in awe of how tall Larry Kenon was, and then following his NBA career with the Spurs as I could pick up late at night an AM station out of Texas that carried Spurs games.

I was probably the only Spurs fan in Central Illinois.

[Luke]

When I was 14 or so, my friend's dad took us down to Spring Training in Arizona. One night, in the 5th inning of a Giants game in Scottsdale, we saw a group of people crowding around someone. We went in for a closer look, and it was Willie Mays! He was signing baseballs and scraps of paper, but only for the really little kids. I guess we were too old. So, he gets in the back seat of a Lincoln Town Car and the driver pulls away. We were disappointed he didn't sign our baseballs, but we both just kind of looked at each other and took off running. The streets were deserted, but the lights took forever. We caught up to his car at the first light and then again at the next light. At the third light, he rolls down his window and says, "Alright, get over here." When he was signing my ball, he grumbled that I was blocking the streetlight and he couldn't see the ball. When I looked at it, I saw that he had started again after saying that he couldn't see the ball. I may have the only Willie Willie Mays autographed ball in existence. Definitely my favorite memory from collecting autographs. It still makes me smile that here he was, being really nice and having his driver stop even when the light turned red, but he was still his curmudgeonly self.

[Mark]

When I was ten, my family took me to Forbes Field pretty often. One night, during a pregame round of pepper, Jerry May popped a ball into the stands down the rightfield line. I got the ball and started getting some Pirates autographs. I talked to the bullpen guys, who signed it. One of them took it into the clubhouse and brought it back with a few more. After the game, I waited outside the clubhouse and picked up Willie Stargell's, Bob Veale's, Gene Alley's, Maury Wills' signitures, along with a few others. They all left the top panel empty, so when Roberto came out, he placed a magnificent signiture there in dark black ink. The autographs are still in great shape, and the ball reminds me of a wonderful night in that immense, historical ball park with my dad and mom. There were many other great days at Forbes, and I have autographed programs and baseballs that remind me of them. But that first autographed ball was the most exciting, and I still think it's great.

[M's_Fan]

It was October 1958 when my dad took me to my first baseball game.

A heck of a first game! And for at least one sentence there, you actually made grammatical sense, and avoided sounding like the type of guy that others have accused you of being. Keep up the progress!

[margoaepi]

I have a ton of autographs from hall of famers new and old, but one thing I always wanted was a ball signed by Mike Mordecai with a "Happy Purim" inscription (all of you Jews will understand). Near the tail end of his career I was at Marlins spring training and caught him walking to his car. I described my request and he, somewhat confused, consented. By far, my favorite piece in my collection.