Re: Weird Collector Stories
1996
I am sitting along the stands at old Busch telling a buddy of mine about Ron Gant, one of the newer guys on the team. I think my exact words were - that dude is just cockstrong, and is one of the biggest baseball players I have ever seen...I kept talking about his physique and describing his pipes in a way only an affectionate fan (or homosexual stalker) could.
This little blonde lady walks over and says "I can get you his jock if you are interested" - with a straight face. I start stammering..."I'm serious, if you really want it, I can get it for you." Realizing what I must have sounded like, I started walking away awkwardly with my friend. Then she starts sreaming..."Ronnie! hey Ronnie! - Gant, who is shagging BP jogs over with his Oakleys and wristbands...and other 'star player' bling - and gives this lady a hug - AND a kiss on the mouth.
It was his wife. After making me feel uncomfortable, he signed my hat and offered me his wristbands. Already feeling like a turd - and not even close to collecting that kind of stuff, I turned him down thinking he was joking.
It was a good summer. I made some friends.
1996
I am sitting along the stands at old Busch telling a buddy of mine about Ron Gant, one of the newer guys on the team. I think my exact words were - that dude is just cockstrong, and is one of the biggest baseball players I have ever seen...I kept talking about his physique and describing his pipes in a way only an affectionate fan (or homosexual stalker) could.
This little blonde lady walks over and says "I can get you his jock if you are interested" - with a straight face. I start stammering..."I'm serious, if you really want it, I can get it for you." Realizing what I must have sounded like, I started walking away awkwardly with my friend. Then she starts sreaming..."Ronnie! hey Ronnie! - Gant, who is shagging BP jogs over with his Oakleys and wristbands...and other 'star player' bling - and gives this lady a hug - AND a kiss on the mouth.
It was his wife. After making me feel uncomfortable, he signed my hat and offered me his wristbands. Already feeling like a turd - and not even close to collecting that kind of stuff, I turned him down thinking he was joking.
It was a good summer. I made some friends.
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