Such a story may involve a well-known player, although this is not a necessity.
My buddy Paul shared one.
“So, we’re sitting there with all this gear he signed for us. Balls, photos… and a large orange poster we’d made for him, for the day. ‘Lance Parrish, You Da Man.’ Ha. …Uh, we were younger then.”
As college kids attending Bowling Green in 1994, they’d make the occasional trip to Toledo to take in a ballgame. The promise of prime seats and volume beer drinking made any home game a viable option; on that weekday evening, there was an added attraction. Lance Parrish had just been picked up by the Detroit Tigers, and would be in the lineup for their Mud Hens affiliate.
A borderline Hall of Fame candidate, Parrish had enjoyed a long career, mostly with those Tigers. He was a core member of their successful run in the 1980s, a premier catcher with some pop in his bat. In recent years, Parrish had bounced between a number of teams, including the proverbial ‘cup of coffee’ with the fans’ hometown Cleveland Indians. [Read more...]