Never meet your heroes, they will only disappoint you

a blatantly untrue statement that still occasionally applies

The first Hall of Famer I ever met was at a baseball card shop on NE Sandy Boulevard in Portland, Oregon.

I didn’t know who the guy was, but my mom took us there to get some autographs and meet a famous ballplayer.

My brother and I were huge baseball fans and maybe even bigger fans of baseball cards.

I’m placing this event in the summer of 1985 give or ta…