BST Pricing and Folly Warning

[edjs]

Originally Posted by ls7plus

Love it, Steve. Reggie was a great player, but if his IQ was 160, his ego was in another universe. He did have a great gift of making fans invisible, however. I was in the lobby of the hotel the veteran players were staying at during the 1999 All-Star Game festivities in Boston and encountered Jackson. Since I quite fondly remembered his first half performance during the 1969 season (37 HR's at the all-star game break, through about 94 games), I rather ignorantly but very politely asked for his autograph. He instantly rendered me invisible and altogether "not there." The great ones don't have to even acknowledge the presence of or converse with mere mortals, I guess.

Highest regards,

Larry

My brother had a girlfriend that wanted to go on a double date with her friend and the girls new boyfriend. They picked up the girl, then went to pick up the new boyfriend. Yep, the new boyfriend was Reggie. He said they shook hands, left for dinner, and said very little over dinner. Unusual, because my brother does a lot with MLB, he has travelled all over the world promoting MLB in different countries, you would think they would have enough in common to carry a conversation. A few years later my brother was sitting at Angel stadium during a practice, and Reggie was a couple seats away. He said hi to my brother, asked if he was still dating the girl, and nothing else. He remembered the night, but just isn't very conversational, apparently. I guess everyone is wired differently.

[pclpads]

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!

[glynparson]

I met Reggie at an Alan Rosen show at Madison Square Garden. He bought a couple Reggie rookies from me. It was the first time I ever set up in New York and I remember the show vividly. Reggie was very nIce and respectful in negotiations and even conversed in some small talk. I was 18 at the time and he thought it was cool I was running my own business selling. Vintage baseball cards with my parents helping me out.

[Leon]

For the record, back to topic, as a firm believer in the punishment should fit the crime, I believe our longtime member was suspended from the BST for +/- 1 hour. Now get out there and get back at it kids!! ...Does anyone else remember getting run out of the house in the mornings (in the summer) and then getting let back in later on in the afternoon (or to eat)? Playing sandlot ball and riding bikes with the other kids were the days activities. Seems like just yesterday...well, not really. It's seems like a long freaking time ago but that doesn't fit the narrative as well. Here is an rppc of some kids in uniforms...

[Sean]

No, my punishment was different. I was kept in the house when I was "being bad." Getting let out was a good thing. That doesn't really apply to the BST situation.

[Leon]

Originally Posted by Sean

No, my punishment was different. I was kept in the house when I was "being bad." Getting let out was a good thing. That doesn't really apply to the BST situation.

I must have miscommunicated above. Getting ran out of the house, as a kid when growing up, was a good thing for us too. And if we were being punished we couldn't go out to play....that was unusual except on Sundays but that is another story.
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[Sean]

Originally Posted by Leon

I must have miscommunicated above. Getting ran out of the house, as a kid when growing up, was a good thing for us too. And if we were being punished we couldn't go out to play....that was unusual except on Sundays but that is another story.
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Okay, now we're on the same page.