Initially, he reached me through this blog. He’s in the home stretch of writing a fascinating baseball history book.
I spotted, via Facebook, one of his victories.
Someone found him on LinkedIn. Her dad had played in the “Esquire All-American Boys” game, a precursor of the Hearst Sandlot Classic.
See what the supporter included with the message. That’s her father with a noted coach:
Yes, that’s Babe Ruth, circa 1945.
Moral? Don’t be shy. Don’t be silent.
Don’t spend all your time talking about the weather, your ailments, religion or politics. Share a passion. You write to former players?
Of course, slip in a call to action. A request. “If you EVER have any tips or ideas…”
Then, don’t count the misses. Only the hits.
If the world doesn’t know about your hobby, how can anyone ever help you?
site documented this selling
for more than $62,000 in a
2008 auction. Ruth’s daughter
makes it sound like there may be
many autographs still out there
from her famous father.
It might be easy to be low on hope right now.
|I was impressed seeing this
Sports agent Walsh got Ruth
and others to sign in 1947. These days,
an autographed press pass
seen by team officials
would be grounds for eviction!
Frustrated TTM collectors might wish to trade places with the all-access journalists who are swarming about the World Series. Look at the players they have at their fingertips.
Not for autographs!
The press passes include the warning. Signs are posted, too.
The team prints their law on every press pass. Asking for autographs means you can ejected from the clubhouse or field quicker than a mouthy manager.
And, unlike the school principal who threatened to put this on your imaginary “permanent record,” I believe that an infraction might make it impossible to get a press pass in the future.
Think of The Coasters singing Poison Ivy:
“You can look but you better not touch!”