Food for thought
I was just discussing autographs with two co-workers. I don’t really understand the point of autographs and I never have, because I don’t understand why I should want an example of someone’s handwriting just because they are famous.
Cerrone pointed out that, in a lot of cases, people just use autographs to prove that they met someone, and he’s probably right. But I don’t understand why I should have to prove that one time I sat next to Bill Murray at a Mets game (I did, hilarious experience) or saw Heather Graham in a restaurant (quite pleasant). You can feel free to not believe me; what do I care? I know it happened.
The conversation meandered and eventually became a discussion of what living current or former Met we would most like to have lunch with.
I said Kevin Mitchell. Say what you will about the guy, it sounds as though he’s had a pretty interesting life, in baseball and otherwise. Plus he seems like a guy who’d give it to you straight, so maybe I could finally find out the truth about the cat story.
Also, he’s got to be the only guy to ever injure himself eating a donut. That sort of makes him my hero by default.
And furthermore, he’s the subject of my single favorite baseball card of all-time, the 1987 Topps one showed here. There are still about 30 of those — no exaggeration — in a binder in my parents’ basement.
Anyone have any better ideas? Is there a Met that would make for a more interesting lunch date than Kevin Mitchell?
