BluePhantom
Educator (of liberals)
I have two I want to share. One good and one bad. Let's start with the bad first.
When I was about nine years old we went to Seattle to see the game between the Seahawks and the Steelers. By pure luck the Steelers were staying in the same hotel we were. It was awesome because i got to meet Terry Bradshaw, Lynn Swann, Joe Green (who I met years later again), etc. But this story involves Jack Lambert. See my family was waiting in the lobby for our room to get ready and Lambert was sitting in the lobby reading the paper. So my Dad gives me a pad and pen and sends me to him to ask for his autograph. Well..being about nine I approached and said "Excuse me Mr. Lambert can I have your autograph?" I remember those words as clear as a bell because of what happened next. He threw down his paper and started screaming at me because I had not said "please". Then he demanded to know where my family was...drug me over to my father and began to scream at him for not teaching his son better manners and say "please". He did finally give me his autograph that I still have but seriously...every time I look at the autograph I remember how mean he was to me and my father.
My favorite was meeting Eugene Robinson who was a safety for the Seahawks back in the day. I was going to college at the University of Idaho at the time and was in marching band and we got invited to play at halftime for the Seahawks vs. the Chiefs. So we all had field passes and we allowed to roam the sidelines. It was great because I got my uniform autographed by Steve Largent, Kenny Easley, Dave Krieg, Norm Johnson...you name it...classic old school Seahawks team. So I got to Robinson and asked for his autograph on my uniform and he was getting ready to sign when the coach called for warm ups on the field. Robinson put the pen back in may hand and said "I am sorry I have to go" and left without signing. So he runs onto the field and they are warming up and then suddenly he jumps up and runs back to me and stops the whole warm up routine. He actually yelled out "stop hold on a minute" and ran to me and grabbed my pen and said "The Lord is telling me that I have to do this. What is your name?" I said "Scott" and he signed my band uniform and said "Ok Scott, read what I am writing" and he wrote a Bible verse under his autograph.
Now that is cool enough...what happened later has stayed with me my entire life. Two years later we were invited again to play for halftime and so the same situation was there. i was roaming the sidelines getting autographs and all that. Well Robinson approached ME and said "your name is Scott right?" I almost fell over. I said "yeah..how did you know that?" He said "you were the kid I ran back to sign the autograph for". I said "yeah that was me". he said "did you read what I wrote?" I said "Yes I did". He said "Are you following it?" I said "To the best of my ability." and then he smiled and smacked me on my shoulder and ran off to warm up. Want to talk about making an impression on a kid? That one still stays with me to this day
When I was about nine years old we went to Seattle to see the game between the Seahawks and the Steelers. By pure luck the Steelers were staying in the same hotel we were. It was awesome because i got to meet Terry Bradshaw, Lynn Swann, Joe Green (who I met years later again), etc. But this story involves Jack Lambert. See my family was waiting in the lobby for our room to get ready and Lambert was sitting in the lobby reading the paper. So my Dad gives me a pad and pen and sends me to him to ask for his autograph. Well..being about nine I approached and said "Excuse me Mr. Lambert can I have your autograph?" I remember those words as clear as a bell because of what happened next. He threw down his paper and started screaming at me because I had not said "please". Then he demanded to know where my family was...drug me over to my father and began to scream at him for not teaching his son better manners and say "please". He did finally give me his autograph that I still have but seriously...every time I look at the autograph I remember how mean he was to me and my father.
My favorite was meeting Eugene Robinson who was a safety for the Seahawks back in the day. I was going to college at the University of Idaho at the time and was in marching band and we got invited to play at halftime for the Seahawks vs. the Chiefs. So we all had field passes and we allowed to roam the sidelines. It was great because I got my uniform autographed by Steve Largent, Kenny Easley, Dave Krieg, Norm Johnson...you name it...classic old school Seahawks team. So I got to Robinson and asked for his autograph on my uniform and he was getting ready to sign when the coach called for warm ups on the field. Robinson put the pen back in may hand and said "I am sorry I have to go" and left without signing. So he runs onto the field and they are warming up and then suddenly he jumps up and runs back to me and stops the whole warm up routine. He actually yelled out "stop hold on a minute" and ran to me and grabbed my pen and said "The Lord is telling me that I have to do this. What is your name?" I said "Scott" and he signed my band uniform and said "Ok Scott, read what I am writing" and he wrote a Bible verse under his autograph.
Now that is cool enough...what happened later has stayed with me my entire life. Two years later we were invited again to play for halftime and so the same situation was there. i was roaming the sidelines getting autographs and all that. Well Robinson approached ME and said "your name is Scott right?" I almost fell over. I said "yeah..how did you know that?" He said "you were the kid I ran back to sign the autograph for". I said "yeah that was me". he said "did you read what I wrote?" I said "Yes I did". He said "Are you following it?" I said "To the best of my ability." and then he smiled and smacked me on my shoulder and ran off to warm up. Want to talk about making an impression on a kid? That one still stays with me to this day