...Tom Chambers (before he outgrew the role).
Slightly more off topic, Tom Chambers is the poster boy for why you should never meet your heroes. Ever.
I was born in Iowa but we moved to Arizona in the 80s for seven years. My dad somehow became friends with the sound guy at America West Arena and he got us in one day to walk around and check stuff out. There happened to be a bunch of players around which as a 10 year old was the coolest thing in the world until we ran into Tom Chambers. That guy was a total fucking dickhead. Complete asshole. I watched an interview with him a while back on YouTube and he's still exactly like I remember him.
Jeff Hornacek and Kevin Johnson---awesome dudes. Can't say enough how cool they were. Tom Chambers? Wouldn't walk across the street to piss on the guy if he was on fire and offering me $1,000.
The other time this happened was at MLB spring training. My old man used to take me down to Hohokam park every year and we'd check out the Angels who had just moved there from Florida. Cubs trained there too...Cactus League. One of my best memories as a kid. Got Jim Abbott's autograph, Wally Joyner, Lance Parrish, Gary Gaetti. Chili Davis gave me a broken bat...
So...after practice one weekend, Bert Blyleven comes walking through and just like in every spring training in history, kids come and mob him for autographs. He's stops and says, "Hang on guys, I'm gonna run in and shower quick and I'll stop back out in a bit," and then he goes in the clubhouse. So being the un-jaded little kid I was, and a big fan of Blyleven (my dad liked him from growing up a Twins fan), I stood there and decided to wait. There was no way I was gonna miss this chance. Not even 2 minutes goes by and he walks out the side door in sweats (there was a fence separating the parking lot), jogs to his car and bails. Now, I don't have a problem not signing autographs for kids. If you have shit to do you have shit to do...I get it. But don't tell a big ass group of little kids your going to "be right back" just to get them to leave you alone so you can leave. That's ultimate level douche.
I can't remember my elementary school teachers' names or what my bicycle was like at 10 years old, but I remember what a POS Blyleven was.
There was a slightly more happy ending to the story, though. After Douchleven left, Dave Winfield came through and said the exact same thing as Bert. I could tell my dad didn't want me to wait again and get crushed, but at that age kids believe everything you tell em. So I waited and about a half hour later Winfield came out in street clothes and signed every goddamn thing that every kid had and even talked to everybody. "How you doin, buddy? You play baseball? That's a nice glove..." Goofy shit like that but I (and I'm sure all the other kids) thought is was the coolest thing I'd ever done. This guy played baseball on TV, for god's sake. I've heard in years since that Winfield is an awesome guy still today and never heard a bad word spoken about him.
Bottom line, think about how you treat little kids; they'll remember it for life whether your famous or not. Oh, and F Tom Chambers and Bert Blyleven.