The same season Jimmy Wynn climbed on the dugout to talk with my firstborn, I was coaching a summer league team of 13-15 year olds. One night I took four of them, along with my family to a game at the Astrodome.
Before the game my daughter wanted to go down to the rail of the fence near right field to talk to Jimmy Wynn. The boys knew my family, but it is not particularly cool for teenage boys to hang around with four year old girls, so only one of them was willing to accompany her to the rail. The others kept their cool distance.
Jimmy did come over to the rail to greet my daughter. A crowd quickly formed, seeking autographs and proximity to the Toy Cannon, as Wynn was known. The usher for the section came down to break up the crowd, but Jimmy pointed to Stacey and said, "This is my friend." So the crowd was shooed away, leaving only Stace and the one teenage ballplayer who had gone with her. He suddenly felt very important!
As the end of the game approached, my daughter again wanted to go down to say good night to Jimmy as he ran off the field. This time when she went to the rail, she had FOUR teenage escorts!
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