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One time when I was a kid, we'll guess about 9 years old, my dad took me and Henry to a Mariners game. I don't really remember who won or anything like that. For me the purpose of this trip was to get Ken Griffey JR to sign a baseball card for me. It was a baseball card I was particularly proud of. To be honest, I was more a fan of baseball cards than I ever was a fan of baseball around that age. This card was worth ten dollars. TEN FUCKING DOLLARS. That may as well be a million in 9 year old dollars.
So after the game we went to where the players come out and waited around. All these baseball players who were probably really cool guys and probably would have totally signed whatever the fuck I presented to them, but I was holding out. More and more players passed by and I began to tremble with fear. Was my hero an assfuck?
Finally after what in my memory seems like an hour, the tunnel had run dry. No more players were coming out and Ken Griffey JR was -not- going to sign my baseball card. My dad did everything he could to try to make me feel better, but there just isn't much you can say. You can't really explain why the star of the baseball team doesn't have to walk out of the same tunnel as the rest of the players. I think I cried all the way back to our house. Not the most traumatic moment of my life by a long shot. It just sticks out as one of those moments where you realize that nothing ever really works out the way you build it up to in your mind.
But hey, Richard Karn was there.
That handsome devil.
So after the game we went to where the players come out and waited around. All these baseball players who were probably really cool guys and probably would have totally signed whatever the fuck I presented to them, but I was holding out. More and more players passed by and I began to tremble with fear. Was my hero an assfuck?
Finally after what in my memory seems like an hour, the tunnel had run dry. No more players were coming out and Ken Griffey JR was -not- going to sign my baseball card. My dad did everything he could to try to make me feel better, but there just isn't much you can say. You can't really explain why the star of the baseball team doesn't have to walk out of the same tunnel as the rest of the players. I think I cried all the way back to our house. Not the most traumatic moment of my life by a long shot. It just sticks out as one of those moments where you realize that nothing ever really works out the way you build it up to in your mind.
But hey, Richard Karn was there.
That handsome devil.