Most of what I know about Sandy is from a view documentaries I’ve seen and stories from my uncles telling me how great he was. It’s crazy how well he kept himself out of the limelight the past 40 some years. I kind of view him as a mythical baseball legend.

His segment in “Jews and Baseball” is really awesome. I’ve never seen another interview with him like that. Very soft-spoken, seems like the kinda guy that you would be glad is your grandpa.

The next year, I went to the All-Star game at Fenway, my first game ever. I was screaming like crazy. Two college kids held me up and called to him and he came over, signed my glove, then took me on the field and introduced me to Brooks Robinson and Mickey Mantle and a few others. My whole baseball card collection, standing in front of me. Probably the best day of my life. The game was a tie and it rained most of the time, but I did not care.

Yes there are. While I was waiting for my friend in the Tigers parking lot one year, I was standing near Jim Lemon, who was involved in a discussion with a man in a suit, yes, suit. A kid approached and asked for his autograph. Lemon told him he was busy at the moment, but to wait and he would sign for him. The kid waited a few minutes then left, thinking he had been stiffed. The next thing I heard was Lemon yelling at him to get back here and wait like I asked you to do. The kid did and got his autograph. The best story was Sparky, though. My friend, the Tiger Trainer, told me that Sparky stopped and signed each and every day on his departure from the park.

*wanders off to shoot self*

Though I would pay good money to see Ernie Kovacs as a witness in any trial. Or better yet, the Nairobi Trio.

Anyway, it should be “Bernie Madoff (Made-off-with-Wilpon’s-money).”