Here’s a couple of random autographs from the past that I dug up. I worked a summer at a golf course and caddied for Kent Mercker one time. Kent was always friendly and he always seemed overly interested in my baseball career for a Major Leaguer. So thanks for making me feel like a big shot on that warm afternoon, Kent. You’ll always have a warm place in my heart.
And yes my mother ran into Big Papi David Ortiz in Las Vegas one night and he was nice enough to sign a piece of scrap paper for her. Papi was in Sin city for the Porn Convention that weekend and by all accounts was a very friendly guy. I made out with an autograph from one of the greatest clutch hitters who ever walked the earth.