Rickey Henderson was one of the all-time great players. I did not get to see him play live that much, but I did have a memorable encounter with him.
In 2005, my wife and my baby girl went to see a traveling tour of the National Baseball Hall of Fame at the Oakland Museum on a Saturday afternoon. The exhibit was packed. Basically, there was a line snaking through the entire exhibit. It was a really cool exhibit with lots to see.
While we were looking at a display, a docent was bringing somebody through the museum not in the line. Initially annoyed, I looked up, and there was Rickey Henderson! The docent was giving him a personal tour. He told her that he had never had time to learn much about the history of the game; he was too busy trying to play it. He seemed particularly fascinated at the exhibit of a mechanical scoreboard device where somebody would recreate a game based on telegraph signals when the team was on the road.
I looked over at my wife, who had our almost-toddler in her arms, and they both were staring at Rickey. My wife looked every bit as star-struck as I was. Rickey saw my daughter, and said, "Oh, and who is this cutey?", and walked over to both of them, and said "Goochey-goochey-coo!" and reached out and tickled my daughter, who giggled. He said, "That's a beautiful baby!" to my wife, then waved "bye" to the baby and moved on.
Later, as we were nearing the end of the tour, Rickey was still talking to the docent. My wife told me to hold the baby, and dug around in the baby backpack for the Sharpie she always had. She then took the baby over to Rickey, and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Henderson, would you sign the back of my daughter's onesie?", and he said, "Of course!", took the pen, and signed it. He smiled at the baby again, waved, and then left the museum. We were on Cloud 9 the rest of the weekend.
Appendix
My wife has a cousin, who collects memorabilia. They had not talked in a while. She called him, and he recognized the Caller ID, and answered, "OK, who'd you get?"
He said that Rickey's signature was difficult to get, and he normally did not sign things. The cousin sent us some memorabilia and baseball cards to make a shadow box display with. We'll get around to that someday...
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