We've all had them. You ask for an autograph from someone who looks like a celeb but isn't. You can't say your own name. Your pen runs dry.
Mine:
During Spring training, I went to a Phoenix jewelry store show featuring baseball players from San Francisco and the Diamondbacks. Having struck out getting autographs at the Giants ballpark, I was very, very jacked up.
When an older African-American man wearing a Hawaiian shirt walked in, I tripped all over myself to get his autograph. He looked at me and deadpanned, "You don't even know who I am, do you?"
"No I don't," I confessed.
"I'm Vida Blue."
Mine:
During Spring training, I went to a Phoenix jewelry store show featuring baseball players from San Francisco and the Diamondbacks. Having struck out getting autographs at the Giants ballpark, I was very, very jacked up.
When an older African-American man wearing a Hawaiian shirt walked in, I tripped all over myself to get his autograph. He looked at me and deadpanned, "You don't even know who I am, do you?"
"No I don't," I confessed.
"I'm Vida Blue."
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