I have several encounters but the one that stands out is a chat I had with Mark Loretta. It was a 1996 winter tour stop for the Kiwanis Club in Sheboygan. I asked if it was difficult to play with superstars, transitioning from fan to competitor? He relayed a time when he doubled and while standing on second base Cal Ripken Jr. teased him by saying he let the ball get passed him because Mark wore "His" number. I loved the winter tour stops because it always seemed to be rookies, gritty veterans and the manager. A story about "going out to get some brats" being confused as ""going out to get some Broads" by Daryl Hamilton because of the southern accent disconnect was another tale of the MLB from one of these stops. I also recall meeting Paul Molitor when I was a kid at a Pepsi Pitch, Hit and Run event. I know I talked to him because I have the photo's to prove it but can't remember what was said. Paulie was my favorite player after Thurman Munson died (I was a catcher through Summer Legion ball) so my eyes are gleaming and wide in the pictures. Awestruck! Later in life I was riding my bike in Mequon when I saw a very hairy man in shorts pushing a mower. I stopped and told Molitor I was a big fan and that my mom was watching a house in the neighborhood. He shook my hand and thanked me and said he had to finish before the bugs got bad and off he went.