OT: RIP Bob Feller

[Tim Zwick]

Great story Sam.

I had the good fortune to have my table right next to Mr. Feller and his wife at the 1986 National Convention in Arlington. He would sign anything for collectors for either $2 or $3 bucks if my memory serves correctly. While there have been many great memories from the fifteen or twenty nationals I set up at, none top being able to sit and talk to an American hero about life and baseball for an entire weekend. The national pastime & country have lost one of it's finest - rest in peace Bob.

[jp1216]

My Feller story began when I was about 5. My dad would always refer to my lead foot grandfather as 'Rapid Robert' (his name too was Bob). By the time I was 7, I asked my dad where he got that name from - he told me a little about Bob Feller. The player and the man.

I had a instant appreciation for him. Playing the big leagues at 16 or 17, being the first player to sign up for WWII and so on. By the time I was in high school, I wore number 19 (partly for Feller and partly for Bernie Kosar - Go Browns). I couldn't throw 107.9 MPH, but I tried .... I wore 24 in college for Griffey - I wish I had kept 19...

My job took me to Cleveland in the 90s and I loved seeing him throw out the first pitch at Jacob's Field - not to mention the statue outside the 9th Street entrance.

I finally met Bob in 11-06. Stroke of luck. I was working a full flight (I'm a pilot) from Cleveland to NY. With less than 5 minutes until departure time, the gate agent closed out our flight and said we were OK to leave with 2 open seats. In the cockpit, I looked up at saw Mr. Feller through the terminal glass - at our gate! I quickly left my seat, opened the door and asked the agent about another passenger. She said the flight was closed. I said 'Bob Feller is up there and wants on this plane'. I think she knew who he was. We both went up the jetway and allowed Bob to board. I was thrilled. Mr. Feller was very appreciative. I was ready to pee my pants...

Back on the plane, he popped his head in the cockpit and thanked me again. He began to tell me of his tales of flying and owning planes (like I didn't already know). First impression was 'wow'. He was big. Not your typical 88 year old. He had a big chest and looked sharp. I was amazed.

After arriving in NY, I jumped up to help him with his bag and asked if he'd take a picture with me by the plane. He was happy to do it. We talked a few minutes about flying then he handed me business card. He said 'If you ever want tickets (Indians), give a call'..... My jaw dropped. (No, I never called the number). Also on the card was an address. I quickly printed out the picture by the plane and mailed if off to Bob - asking for an autograph.

Photo attached.

A year ago, I finally found a decent '37 OPC PSA 5 RC. Finally! Also read a Feller book. Good read for all. RIP Mr. Feller.

'To a great pilot, my friend' -- WOW

[Kawika]

If they'd have had the internet back in 1925 a thread of Matty's passing might have read a lot like this one. Same goes for 1979 when John Wayne bought the farm. Big Six and the Duke rolled into one, an icon amongst icons, Rest in Peace Bob Feller. A wonderful and glorious era in our nation's heritage draws that much closer to its end.