Reminds me of the J.D. Drew home run ball my brother still has. Drew hit a mammoth home run way into the upper deck where we were at when we were kids at a game at Busch II, and my brother and I ran a long way to get it (Drew was my brother’s favorite player back then.) Two older gentlemen got it first, and they gave the ball to us without hesitation, fate smile kindly on them.
My brother got to Drew after the game and asked him to sign it. He did, and my brother still has the ball. Seemed like a quiet, down-to-earth guy, unused to the attention, but he was nice enough.
One of my favorite sports memories, and a shining moment of humanity on all accounts.