Sorry, this requires story form:
About 2 years after my wife and I married, she joined a womans softball league with the wife of a friend of mine.
I have my step-daughter and my infant daughter with me while sitting in the stands rooting her on. This guy comes up and sits about 3 feet from me, and watches the women play. My wife comes to bat (keeping in mind my wife is deaf, and can’t hear us) and my step-daughter and I start cheering for her. The guy next to me starts cheering for her, and calling her name, too. This annoys me a little. While watching the game, this guy is chewing sun-flower seeds, and the shells he spits out are starting to fly onto my stuff, and a bit on my shoes. I am beginning to think I am gonna have to clock this guy. He keeps cheering for my wife, and my step-daughter looks at him, and asks me who he is. I hush her, and we keep watching the game.
As soon as the game is over, I grab my stuff, and walk down the bleachers and talk to my friend. He is laughing, and says “That’s the second time I’ve seen Vida Blue here!”
Shocked, I say “Where?”
He says “Sitting next to you!”
During the 70’s, I used to hang out at the coliseum getting autographs of the A’s players. The only two I never got was Vida and Reggie Jackson.
Vida was my hero. My friend used to rave about Catfish Hunter, but Vida was MY GUY.
Back at my wife’s game, I then walked to him, shook his hand, and told him how big a fan I was.
I was so glad I didn’t take a swing at him.