Those were days, BikeMike!…My Phillies story is my son, who was about 8 or 9 at the time, and I attended a weekday afternoon game in the early 90’s when you could still get in the gate about two or even three hours before first pitch and enjoy all the batting practice action. As we were walking to the ballpark I spotted a guy in shorts and t-shirt with a big chaw in his cheek who I happened to recognize. I hollered his name, but he just kept on walking at a pace that was almost a trot. I hollered again and said, “C’mon Lenny, let this kid have an autograph!” Dykstra stopped, turned around and smiled with that beach ball sized chaw in his cheek and signed my boy’s baseball…Haha! And oh…I still have Lolich’s autograph that I snagged outside of the old Chase Park Plaza Hotel when the Tigers were staying there during the ’68 WS. I can’t quite bring myself to burn it…